Took a trip up to Haileybury, just for giggles and beer.
Not that we were booze cruising. I’m just an aficionado of food and drink, from greasy spoon to Michelin star, from lagers to merlot and back again to scotch and cigars.
I don’t know why. I know it’s all bad for you.
But not in moderation.
And in moderation, we do fine.
Of course, kimchi burger, a stout and later, a bison burger and an IPA may not be the moderation we seek.
Oh, well.
It could also be the coward’s method of self-harm. A slow motion death, in concert with the rest of the planet.
Anyway, it has been beautiful here, despite the family fights, the neighbour fights, the complete lack of downtime or quiet moments to read more than a handful of pages and constant activity in our cabin.
I want to walk into the woods and stay there, but I am ill prepared. I am no outdoorsman.
I wouldn’t last ten minutes.
Target: 800 words
Written: 865 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Brothers Of Earth, CJ Cherryh
Comics: The Crow: Pestilence 1-4
Music: Random Music, again - Pearl Jam, The Rolling Stones, Todd Snider, Spacehog