We had intended to go out fishing today, but it was raining in the morning and too windy in the afternoon. Not good weather for taking out the boat.
This made Arthur a bit grumpy.
I worked at unloading my giant container. I made some progress. I'm building a new library in Arthur's attic. I'm not sure he actually likes this idea. It may finally be sinking into his brain that I intend to live with him, and he's not totally happy about this. Just like me, he's been a bachelor for far too long. It's a hard adjustment, I am aware – for both of us.
So I've been moving furniture and boxes like a donkey. Down out of the container, down the hill into the house, then up the stairs again into the attic. I am sore and tired.
[daily log: walking, 3km; boxes, ∞]
