The Turning Point

Something about today, maybe the overcast skies returning, and the rain in the evening, making the study wet and cold and unpleasant (even though we've been waiting for rain). . . All three of us suddenly are longing to be done with the study, and going home. There are still sights to be seen, but we're tuckered out. What's the expression? "Check the oven, honey. I'm done."

But we had good subjects tonight, all of them. And only two more nights, which, once they get moving, will go pretty fast. I miss the cats. (I don't miss the interrupted sleep.)