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Any good intentions I might have had for this blessedly cool day got scotched by an air quality warning and the general stinky eye-scratchiness of it all. Did a wash in the basement and did not fall down, or even up, the stairs. Clothes are now hanging from the chandelier and draped over the railing in the upper hallway, because I wasn't going to put them out on the line in the kind of air we're having, or the current humidity.
Air cleared enough in the late afternoon so I got to the super for tomatoes. But that was the sum of the day's achievements.
However I found something to ease the JS&MN regrets, and should have thought of it a week ago: The Ladies of Grace Adieu. Leavens the occasional lumpiness of both Zhang Dai and Horace Walpole.
Air cleared enough in the late afternoon so I got to the super for tomatoes. But that was the sum of the day's achievements.
However I found something to ease the JS&MN regrets, and should have thought of it a week ago: The Ladies of Grace Adieu. Leavens the occasional lumpiness of both Zhang Dai and Horace Walpole.