cheerful domestic industry

Jane is out with a friend, and I am merrily puttering about the house, doing dishes to clear the kitchen for her upcoming cooking projects, rereading old writing and posting it elsewhere, and talking with Soren as he listens to music from 1988. This evening, I shall spend time with friends, talking politics and literature, and then come home.

It's a bit cooler and grey out; perhaps we'll have rain again at last.