Friday afternoon. . . time to relax and figure out the weather: go/stay? I need a good book too, and although there are about 50 in the apartment, all are those left behind. Hard to believe there can be 50 bad books in one spot, but there are, here.
      Lots and lots of hammering/drilling/sawing/swearing/doors banging downstairs, so a nap is not an option. Okay, the sun is out again, so I'm off. . .