Sunny and hot here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept so-so. The night here was very sultry. I puttered about in the garden for a bit this morning, and I have been doing some writing. Or rather, some re-writing.
Did something really stupid earlier while backing up the chapter I'm currently working on. Instead of moving the new file from the laptop to the USB key, I moved the old file from the USB key to the laptop, overwriting the version that I wanted to save in the first place.
Fortunately I have a reasonable handle on what I'd written these few days just gone, so I've spent much of the last couple of hours reconstructing the stuff that I accidentally deleted. It's mostly all there now, but lacks a good deal of finesse. I think that will be the task for this afternoon. It's much too hot to do anything else.
That watch I had my offer rejected on has only a few hours left in the auction and is currently sat at just under half of what I offered. If it does go for less, I shall be very cross*. My offer was based on what past listings for the same watch had sold for, plus a little extra for wiggle room.
Anyways, time for luncheon, methinks.
* If it's still in the ballpark, I may still throw my hat in the ring, regardless of how pissed off I am with the seller.