St Swithan's Day and swithering

Will be St Swithan's Day the morn according a calender. I hope he has good one. All the work on the kitchen and bathroom is completed. I read two chapters of a novel I'm writing and denounced writing in all it's forms, especially mine. Then in the dusklight I wrote the end of a story. The rain is relentless, yet bold Eva is once more out. Soon tomorrow will become. My daughter is back from Tunisia and she will be seeing me soon. She's playing football this week. Have a happy St Swithan's Day in blogland and beyond.