Awaiting further thunderstorms here, as the city recuperates from the frenzy on Monday. As we mourn the unspeakable disaster in Lac Megantic. The newspaper this morning was almost unbearable. But - there was a report from the 3 women who'd been kidnapped and held prisoner for 10 years, the 3 of them well, recovering, fierce, grateful. Life goes on. Until it doesn't.
I showed two pages of the current memoir draft to Wayson yesterday. "The voice works," he said. I suspected that, but what joy to hear it confirmed from my sternest critic. So - onward. Just came back from the brand new Regent's Park Farmers Market with a loaf of fresh multi-grain sourdough, a giant lettuce, some fresh ginger honey - and will cook my own beans and eat my own tomatoes for dinner.
It's still moving up there. So weird.
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