It was an unseasonably warm November day today, which is to say in the sixties (F) by the afternoon, with watery sunshine even though the trees are bare. At the cafe, I was looking out onto the terrace with the cast-iron tables still in use: one patron sat and drank coffee alongside his big black Labrador retriever. The wind had a hint of chill in it, but after lunch it was warm enough for me to haul out one of my captain’s chairs and sit out on my front porch, watching dry leaves blow across the sidewalk. My social plans were canceled, so I spent the afternoon reading and writing.
Then I went out to meet the north loop of the 28-Hour Writing Tour as it swung through my neighborhood, and now we’re all over at Wilde Roast Cafe, since the last stop kicked us out weather earlier than expected. Full circle from this morning.
And I’ve scored 6,000 words since this morning, in spite of my slackerish ways, that included laying about reading the forums and doing my second pass through some of the books I bought last week.
But that’s a subject for another post. Meanwhile, I’m going to see if I can knock out another thousand or two before I go to bed tonight.
Current milepost: 38,240 words