Lots of writing accomplished today. Not flying through this one but getting much done. Part of what’s slowing me is I’m trying to make it simultaneously a conversational performance piece and a publishable autoethnographic article. So it’s tricky. Sat outside for hours with drafts, and brought the laptop out for a while to do edits under the shade of an umbrella.
For breakfast I did indeed have the steak and eggs; Fiona got the last bite of each and the plate lick. Lunch was a salad and dinner was Moroccan chicken (a rub consisting of a bunch of spices–cumin, ginger, paprika, cinnamon, turmeric–and garlic) and cauliflower.
Nothing eventful today really, just many, many hours on the paper. Still have a little to do, in fact, but wanted to get this posted before the clock struck twelve. Fiona and I finally took our extended walk, trying to find places along the creek where she could go in and found a couple. We did happen upon a horse over which Fiona was frozen where she stood, having never seen such a thing. We walked on past finally but she kept looking back trying to make sense of it. When we passed by it again on our way back, I called it over and as it approached Fiona came unglued. Maybe she thought it was coming after me or us or something. I could barely get her to mellow out. I gave her a bath tonight and am getting ready to put her to bed. And me soon after.
OK, gotta get back to the draft so I can print up a fresh copy to edit with coffee in the morning.
Thanks for reading.