I'd been grumbling and growling, Heruvael-style, on my walk back from the bus stop Monday, as I saw they'd dug some holes in the hillside on both sides of exit ramp from the new overpass...the 'ecosystem' had just stabilized into the first levels of progression after a couple years of a hillside stuffed with ragweed, and I was irritated on behalf of my neighbors getting a face-full of ragweed next autumn due to the ground being torn up again (as well as the animals who might be displaced). But my surprise Tuesday after work was a pleasant one. They hadn't torn up the ground all over the place, just in small spots--for the purpose of planting trees! So there are six spruces around my height on the hillslope, and six more on the flat ground fairly near my mailbox. Nice to have a pleasant surprise!
My employer took the opportunity raised by the recent stock market crisis to send out a company-wide e-mail/letter bragging on itself. I usually ignore when they brag, but this time it's a little comforting.
I finished writing 'The Secrets of Fynydov' this evening, yippee!
And I'm both amused and pleased by a schedule change yet again...(go ahead, laff at me!) I've been making good progress pounding on my fourth book outline the last couple days, so I think I'm going to defer 'The Great Wave' novella for the present and try to launch back into book 4 instead. I'm almost certain to get stuck at some point, probably after the next really horrid sequence and its fallout, so I might as well leave 'The Great Wave' for then. I might not be so loathe to write a summer-centered story once I'm deeper in the autumn, either. (And yes, I know I'm currently at July 29th in book 4, but it doesn't feel awful to me because Geren gets to sleep somewhere loverly cool *is envious*)
I'm also grateful I left my summer bed up, because it looks like I might be needing it shortly, just for a couple days, I hope. Autumn's coming!