Had Mom and Greg and Jocelyn and the kids over.

The kids got their bivalent covid boosters.

Ant update: Bait traps knocked them back in less than 24 hours. Since then, we’ve seen a few sporadic visitors — we’re not out of the woods yet — but things are okay for now.

The kids had successful first days of school.

After considering and dismissing a repeat of the walk along the shore from downtown, I walked from Husky Stadium along Lake Washington to Seward Park and then up to Othello Station: 3½ hours, 10¾ miles.

Went to a Magic event with the dude; we both had fun.

Finished reading The Singer’s Gun by Emily St. John Mandel. I really liked this book; the protagonist started as another spineless, obsessive young man like in Last Night in Montreal, but grew up by the end, and the book’s conclusion was satisfying without tying off all loose ends.

Mom came over for dinner (chicken Caesar salad).

Meghan signed the kids up for their newfangled bivalent booster shots.

We have ants in our kitchen. Frankly, we’re shocked that it’s taken 18 years for the first invasion attempt.

Just finished rereading Blue at the Mizzen by Patrick O’Brian, the last of the 20-book Aubrey/Maturin series. Just like in the previous couple books, there were a few oddities that might have been caught by a more vigilant editor. But the story as a whole is sound, and all is forgiven for the ending, which has brought tears to my eyes each time I’ve read it.

Moved a bunch of mulch yesterday from the driveway to where Meghan needed it. Also, removed a scraggly old lavender bush (planted when we moved into the house!), and a couple yellow currant trees which never took to their location.

Current earworm: “Makes No Sense At All” by Hüsker Dü, unseating “What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?” by R.E.M., which unseated “Chameleon” by Herbie Hancock, which unseated….

Finished rereading The Hundred Days by Patrick O’Brian, book 19 of the Aubrey/Maturin series. We’re nearing the end, with a few more odd tics on O’Brian’s part, along with the sudden deaths of two secondary characters who have been in the books since the earliest days — one on-screen, the other off-. I understand why he removed at least one of them (no more new stories to tell), but both were handled in a very flat, nearly-emotionless manner.

Finished rereading The Yellow Admiral by Patrick O’Brian, book 18 of the Aubrey/Maturin series. This was an odd one: a couple chapters involving enclosure and boxing felt like O’Brian had just been reading about them and decided to put them in his own book, and there was a faint repetitious quality. On the other hand, it was gratifying to watch them sail past the Pointe du Raz while on the Brest blockade, and the sweet, faintly melancholy ending would have made a good finish to the series … except that Napoleon just escaped from Elba, and there are still two books remaining.