Evidently I slept through a doozy of a window rattling,  house shaking, tree toppling thunderstorm this morning. Or so says the neighbourhood FB. Sun was shining when I reluctantly got out of bed ca 11- reluctant because or in spite of yesterday's massage I hurt all over yesterday evening in spots that never hurt before. But in case I felt left out, more storm barralled through twenty minutes later. Very loud and continuous thunder from a very ordinary sky: no walls of mud, no fleeing black clouds, no darkness at all. And then rain, finally. And more rain and thunder all day so it was distinctly sofa and Squaredle weather.

However I hooked up the new vacuum which works beautifully and smells sweet as a bonus, and did 35 minutes of bicycle machine to make up for missing yesterday.

Am reading another slow-moving Thorndyke mystery, another harrowing June Hur 'life in Joseon sucks' novel, and Once Upon a Tome, memoirs of an antiquarian bookstore clerk. Thought that would be more fun than it is, but keep on because my father used to frequent such bookstores, or their catalogues, in search of Rowlandson prints, so there's a certain nostalgia to it.