Roar of the Mighty Cat 330B

Not nearly as melodious as the Mighty Wurlitzer.

We do not have water. We do not have driveway. We do not have tranquility. We do not have a bike ride. We do not have words added to manuscript.

We do have word from the Nice Agent Lady that she likes the revisions on GHOST POINT and is prepared to risk her agency's reputation by passing the manuscript on to the Nice Editor Lady.

Further as developments develop.

Making connections

We have water. We have sewer. We are working on driveway, but have not yet achieved that. We are going for a bike ride, come hell or high sewage.

Sewer marches on

(Sort of like TIME, but the magazine tries to be a bit more subtle in its muckraking.)

We now have driveway. Granted, it delivers us to a gravel surface, often occupied by a Cat 311B rumbling back and forth, but it _is_ available for automobiles if necessary.

Film at eleven.

Nothing notable on the bike ride, aside from the convolutions of escaping from our neighborhood...

15.73 miles, 1:08:32

Alignments

After thirty years in this house, I tend to move around without lights on at night. But I'm still startled by the apparition of the moon at the head of the back stairs. Vaguely creepy, like living in a megalithic passage grave...