The corner of my room split open and my landlord, Peter, who is also a friend, came over to repair it day before yesterday and again yesterday and I helped out. He put big screws in and screwed the corner back in place and rebuild the wall under the window. The house is a hundred years old. I had to remove my book shelves and all the books, but they really needed a spring cleaning anyway. My table, that is always covered with stuff, became visible. I made this table when I lived in Santa Barbara in 1980 and it still looks good.
In the evening I caught the full moon: