At 0500 in the morning, it is light. Sitting on the terrace I can enjoy a cup of coffee with minimal traffic in the distance and the annoyance of birds in the hedges.
It is much better than the dark. Our dining room and living room face south. There is glorious sunshine in the afternoon. I see no reason in the summer to have an awning out or rolladen pulled down. Sit inside in a darkened room? Heck, I can do that all winter, why would I want to do that in the summer?
Much better to sit out on the terrace, sweating in the sun.
We have a new window in the bathroom undergoing renovation.
Progress on the serpentine – this morning was fine, this afternoon, it was just too hot on the train to finish the sock.
Having picked up four books up at the library, I read Back on Blosson Street by Macomber on the train and started Spare Change by Parker prior to getting home. Now that just leaves me Once Around the Track by Sharyn McCrumb and The Edge of Winter by Luanne Rice.
Now, both legs just have a couple of rows left on the Sockapalooza.