Spent an hour writing on the studio porch. Lit citronella candles in the copper lantern and on the Byzantine candelabra.

MauMau is back on porch duty. He seems to have gotten fat after a long absence. I have a suspicion that he took a vacation in John's townhouse canteen across the street, where the hawkers' stalls are and where there is always a lot of excess food. He continued shamelessly lolling on the side porch as dusk fell.