Writing

rain, cool, temps plus 3

A regular April day. Keep wondering if Michael and I can take off for Florida or Arizona or New Mexico for a couple of weeks. Write there. But I look at our schedule and realize we can't. It doesn't really matter...just yearning for change. And warmth.

We're in Montreal - came back for peace and quiet. But now they're re-doing the floors upstairs. Sanding. Above our heads. All day. If, in book 8, you read about floors being sanded in the monastery, or people's teeth being drilled, you'll know where that comes from.

After finishing writing yesterday Michael and I headed out to do some chores in the city...mailings, that sort of thing. Then decided to pop into the Tavern on the Square for lunch. He had honey garlic shrimp salad and I had just the soup. Not overly hungry these days. It was a fabulous soup. Cauliflower and green apple soup, and fresh baguette on the side. Perfect.

Teeming with rain yesterday. And more today. Heading out again - to the bank this time. Never fun. Apparently the Royal Bank of Canada does not recognize British pounds. And so refuses to honour a cheque in pounds. We will have a little discussion.

But, in the scheme of problems, that's a small one. Worst case scenario is that we simply change banks. But I don't think that will be necessary.

Hope you're enjoying your day. The writing is actually going very well. almost 2,000 words today. And my 'worry' quotient is quite low.

Speak soon - be well.