Warm and grey here chez Casa Reynard, with the chance of thunderstorms.
Slept well - overslept actually - but I have a walloping headache. Probably the combination of the change in air pressure and the ridiculously high pollen count. At least the meds have got the hayfever symptoms under control; I feel so much better now that I'm back on my usual dosage.
Did a load of laundry this morning, though I've yet to go and winkle it out of the machine. I've also done some writing and some painting. I'm still struggling with the aftermath of having deleted a large chunk of this chapter by accident, but I think I'm finally ironing out the wrinkles one by one.
I have a bit of kitchen work to do this afternoon. Some veg wants prepping for this evening, and I'm going to cook the pork ribs I bought on Sunday as I can't get them in the freezer.
They come with a pouch of BBQ glaze, but I shall keep that for something else, as the intention is to divert the ribs into a Chinese.
It is almost time for luncheon.