I’m set up for the evening, writing in my home office. That’s a euphemism for sitting up on the foot of my bed, leaning against the post, with a sleeping bag over my legs and a computer on my lap. I used to write at my desk, but it’s stacked shoulder-high with books and the chair has my still-damp life jacket on it. You can’t leave stacks of books on a bed and still have somewhere to sleep. It’s a lot warmer to wrap up snugly, turn on channel 20 for the CBC and BBC news, and write.
Tonight I’m editing the part of my master’s essay that I’ll read aloud for my oral defense in two weeks. I scanned the perfect illustration from a book to use for my powerpoint — it’s a simple line drawing of a stylized map. Later I’ll write a post for my paddle group’s blog, and since I saw a river otter this morning I’ll illustrate it with a photo taken by my friend John along that shore.