Thumping

All around the town, getting those much-needed staples; it grew warm and nice, perfect weeding and pruning conditions, then threatening but beautiful clouds settled in around sunset. Rained in the night and early morning, much to the snails' delight.
Somehow I finished the almost 1100 page long Pynchon novel, Against the Day, but I can't really recommend it unless someone is a Pynchon diehard. Parts of it were terrific, and one section in about the middle made me give up in frustration for a while. Bits and pieces of it intrigued me, but there was far too much predictable and cliched tongue in cheek material overall.