It has been so beautiful I feel like I want to be cleaning up my garden, which is sadly neglected, or taking a walk in some spectacular part of Fairmount Park. But the building calls. This week (if I am lucky it will only be this week) I am finishing floors. It took me a while to get the hang of the machine again and I have major fans going to keep from losing what few brain cells I have left. I think things are going to look good. The whitewash isn't finished either and it is already looking very good. If only there were six or seven of me instead of only one. And these are only the top of the list of one hundred and six things I need to do. Good thing it is so splendid out, I can stop and sit in the garden for a few minutes and listen to nature, and motorcycles. Back to the floors.