But we have another solid week of sunshine in the forecast -- the drought a bit worrisome for spawning fish, and I'm sure it's keeping the forest fire fighters on their guard. Here in my livingroom, though, it's a comfort and a blessing to savour. My favourite armchair is just a step or two back from the bottom right corner of these photos. That's my footstool there, with books and knitting nestled on top -- I've got three classes' worth of mid-term essays stacked beside it, and I'll be doing my best to get them all marked this weekend.
And I'm going to remember to look up regularly and smile: the cushions I gathered before we went away this spring; the ones we brought back from Paris; stones and beach findings on a wooden tray handmade by a friend; art catalogues from many of the exhibitions we've been lucky enough to attend. . . . . and those wonderful shafts of sunlight. Beyond the window, of course, that always-beckoning view of the ocean. . .