My week up at the cottage has been super productive. I have written 156 pages on my story, made a very small start on my next abridged novel and have gone swimming every day. My crackberry works in some places enough to text my RRHB, which is cool and I’ve watched a few of my favourite movies.
Today I am sitting in The Windmills Cafe in Kingston. I haven’t been back here since I graduated from university 10 years ago. Funny thing too, the last time I ate here, I had food poisoning. And when Hannah went back to complain for me as I threw up for two days, the fellow TOOK A BITE and said, “Seems fine to me.”
Ah, Kingston.
Heh!
When are you home dude? I miss you.