Not Much to Tell

That's what it looks like here at the moment. Many if not most of the leaves have fallen; the sidewalks are strewn with them, the grass invisible beneath a leafy blanket.

I don't have much to report today. Yesterday was pretty chill and I actually got some reading done in addition to all my regular duties. I have 280 pages left in "Bleak House." I'm going to do my darndest to finish it this weekend, or at least Monday. I'm getting a little more enthusiastic now that I'm within striking distance of the end, and I do have some curiosity about how (or if) Jarndyce vs Jarndyce, the interminable lawsuit at the center of the plot, is going to be resolved. Will Lady Dedlock's secret be revealed? Will Esther marry her benefactor or the dark, sexy doctor who's just returned from India? Will the purposeless Richard sink farther into debt and dissipation? Will I ever figure out how all the other characters are connected? So many questions.

Here's the crazy girl, in case you're wondering what she's up to. This was on a walk up to the corner last Sunday. Just a day or two after I took this picture, the occupants of that blue-and-white shopfront put up a huge blue canvas awning over their front forecourt. It's a shop that specializes in cleaning supplies, which seems very specific, and it's one of many businesses around here whose viability I doubt. And yet they hang on.