Whenever I'm doing nothing, I have all the time in the world to observe other people--compound tenants, neighbors, and people who happen to be online. They are fodder for characters for my succeeding novels, and, yes, I've begun writing another one a week ago, though very leisurely because I never set deadlines for myself.

Been fluctuating between that and window-shopping online. Was tempted at some point to purchase a wall hanging of the head of Apollo--calipered from the original--but prevented myself from doing so because a) my granddaughters won't like it, and b) it is made of plaster of Paris, a material that is always a bad investment.