vital functions

Reading. Digger, Ursula Vernon. We are now about halfway through chapter 5.

Continuing with October Daye! More continuity argh*, and yet I am now about two-thirds of the way through have just finished The Winter Long and therefore approaching the point at which there are new novels. (I have previously read up to Once Broken Faith -- lots of the short stories are new to me, because I've been supporting the Patreon Since The Beginning but for reasons of executive function haven't managed to read them, but getting to New Novels is itself exciting!)

• ( Toby Daye spoilers up to *The Winter Long* )

Watching. Good Omens S02E02. I continue suspicious.

Listening. Dreaming, Marshmello/P!NK/Sting, as discussed.

Cooking. Did another round of the smitten kitchen everyday charred corn succotash, this time using frozen green beans and adding the chilli and garlic directly to the dressing rather than cooking them with the onion, and it was so good. SO good.

Eating. I continue very grateful for having been encouraged to try out the pizza place at the station just around the corner from the allotment. We Resorted To Them night before last, when my head just said No, and it was an Excellent Treat.

I have also been consuming approximately my own bodyweight in egg custard tarts, individual raspberry trifles, and passion fruit & raspberry cheesecake.

Growing. HARVESTED THE CARPET. Transplanted some summer squash; the courgette promptly died but the pattypan wasn't obviously dead last I checked. Aubergines looking very happy; ditto chillis, some of which I am going to bring home to overwinter. I'm playing chicken with the winter squash (I think I'm intending to leave them on the vines until the next time we're forecast to get below 9°C overnight).

Need or at least want to decide which bed is going to be garlic this year coming and stick it into the ground.

Observing. Absolutely fantastic colour gradient during sunset tonight.