A resting sort of day between weeks of uncertainty and a hecic couple of days.

Now that jury duty is over I feel as of I can start planning for my December Surge retreat.

Looking at how dry the ground is under the lush disguise and hoping the same won’t be true of my writing in the cave tonight.

Back home and grateful for my life after the sobering reality of the court.

A short podcast after a gentle day.

So excited by snow on the mountain I make a podcast by mistake.

Putting on some warmer clothes before heading off to meet my in-the-flesh novel writing group.

Heading for the taco van and celebrating the gift of a week.

Having a little rest but looking forward to a writerly evening inspired by the scent of roses.

Wandering into town for the second time and realising I need a solid Plan B.