Another week ends. Or begins. I usually think of the week beginning on Monday, since I go back to work on Monday, and Sunday is a day of rest.

Well, it ought to be.

My chore for the day was to clean up my office, which was fun because I sorted all my books onto shelves. And a day spent with books is always a good day.

Everyone is alseep in the house now. At least the people are (Mary, wife and Benjamin, son). The cats are roaming around, making sure nothing has been moved in the last hour. Not that they would care.

It's quiet and it's my writing time. And after some wordage, it's off to bed...