Walking shoes

The usual day of errand running, but spiced with a gym workout; lots of trips up the self-belay cables, and a smattering of boulder clambers did in the arms. A long walk home with a full pack delivered the last coup. Lovely and hot, getting to the end of this kind of weather for the year; spots of shade were cool, on the windward side of the street.
New author to hand, S. Y. Agnon, described as "a Hebrew writer and Nobel Laureate," died in 1970; it's a short story collection that showed up at Half Price Books, and which I bought for my mother to read. She liked it very much, rereading it a couple of times. His style is growing on me as the stories advance.