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So! Monday. Sunny and cool-but-not-cold.

Did some good start-up work on the new novel. I still have to find a few names of planets and locate a couple spaceships, but so far, all the Signs and Portents are positive.

The cats were very supportive.  Photographic proof.

A couple people asked me what I "usually" do with a completed jigsaw puzzle, and the answer is!

The puzzle the cats completed for me yesterday is, I believe, the very first jigsaw puzzle I have assembled as an adult. My spatial sense -- by which I mean, the ability to recognize what will fit into where -- does not exist. So! While it's very lowering to read that a 500-piece puzzle ought to take, eh, up to five hours to assemble, I'm kind of astonished I actually got one together At All, despite it very likely absorbing 3 times that many hours (I didn't time myself, really, but I do know that yesterday alone, it took 4 hours to finish.)

The completed puzzle is taped up safely in its portfolio. It being an Accomplishment of its kind, I may glue it together eventually, as a trophy.

Lunch has been et, and in a moment or two I will start in with emptying trash cans, and staging the trash bags and recycling, so that it can easily be moved from the garage to the curb tomorrow morning. Also up for my exciting afternoon is doing my duty to the cats, taking a walk, and making two phone calls. Sigh.

Since last week, I've listened to Georgette Heyer's Cotillion and Black Sheep. Yesterday, I started listening to The Talisman Ring, and I'm ... a little shocked at how very menacing Basil "The Beau" is, listening to him being read, professionally. Of course, I read Heyer as comedies, and the narrators are obliged to read them as if they were serious.

So, that's me caught up on the first day of Back To Work.

How's everybody doing?
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So, that's enough excitement for one day. All the to-do list items are crossed off, including the one where I had to remove Steve's name from the sock-drawer credit card (new cards arrived in the mail today; I'd forgotten he was even on it).

Also? The altered state that newly bereaved people exist in is an impressive coping mechanism. I made dozens of those calls right after Steve died, and they were hard, but today was gut-wrenching.

And, apropos of nothing much, I don't talk to many people from Texas, and that accent falls odd on the ear.

So, anyway. Knocking off for the day, having Done Great Deeds. I have a mid-morning dental appointment tomorrow, and after that? We'll see.

Everybody stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.