Tuesday. Cloudy and damp. Trash and recycling at the curb. Heaters engaged in The Studio, and! I can move the dehumidifier from the big, heated part of the basement into The Studio — all I have to do is push it with the handtruck. So that will be my project after breakfast.

I think I’ll also take my boombox and a handful of CDs down, too. Might as well be comfortable.

Also on the after-breakfast list is finishing with the stained glass pattern.

Today my electronics are revolting. I put my phone to charge last night, but apparently didn’t make a solid connection, because it was down to 5% this morning. And the little timer cube, which I continue to adore, needed its batteries recharged.

I? need to make a phone call, and then rustle up some breakfast.

How’s Tuesday looking for you?
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So I’ve moved the dehumidifier from the heated and dry side of the basement into The Studio, where it immediately Leapt Into Action.

I’m still going to need another dehumidifier, come spring rains, for the other side of the basement, but at least I don’t have another immediate expense, and can look about me for someplace that will deliver, by which I mean, take the damn’ thing down the cellar steps.

The heaters in the meantime have been doing their job, and the thermometer/humidity gauge, which this morning read at 61F/61% is now reading 64F/55%. Progress.

In a couple minutes, I’ll be taking some tea and some water and going downstairs to My Studio. Yes, I am gong to milk this for all it’s worth. I’ve never had a studio before. Office, yes. I think every house I’ve ever written has included at least one office. Steve and I used to bemuse real estate agents by going through a house, and saying things like — “OK, this could be your office, and I’ll take little room at the top of the stairs,” or, damningly, “No, this won’t do; there’s only one office.”

And off I go.