We’re finally getting into autumn here, although you can’t tell by looking at my garden. We should still have a month or so of growing time left, although we’re already making plans for next year. We’ve reached the time of year when we’ve just about eaten everything we want to out of the garden and have gone into preservation mode. Mostly it’s canning tomatoes or tomato sauce, but I’ll probably make some salsa, too. We may have a frost tonight, and that might kill off the tomato flowers I saw yesterday.

There hasn’t been a lot going on here. I’ve stopped plotting and started writing. Red Sky In Mourning is coming along nicely. We’ve seen a lot of our son and his wife, and visiting with friends. All in all, it’s been quiet and maybe a little boring. I’ll take that. Our stress levels are significantly lower than they were a year ago, when Eric had been laid off and we didn’t know what would happen. We are loads happier here, but I’m not sure we’ve fully recovered from those stressful months. Of course, the pandemic hasn’t helped much, nor has the election cycle. Right now, boring doesn’t seem like a bad option.