Here's a shot of it during the day. I should have taken a picture of the moon yesterday, but I didn't think of it.
I made a vegetable pot pie filled with summer vegetables (and tofu) for dinner, and we opened up all the windows to let in the cool air. I think Hobkin might not have been overjoyed at the relative humidity that created:
He flopped on the naked floor in his area to sleep.
Poor lil guy. When the house cooled down a bit more, he climbed up beside me on the couch to cuddle. I hope he's not too uncomfortable in summer with his fur coat. I know dog owners sometimes shear them, but I don't think Hobkin would stand for that.
The crits continue to pour in. Yesterday it was all about the editing. Several passes on the short story up for crit, and now I'm second-guessing whether I want to put back in the flashback sequence. Feh.
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