Busy Little Bee

It's unlikely I'll get much writing done tonight. Maybe a bit of critique work before bed, but there's a good chance I'll be too tired. I started the day with a four hour hike through the woods, cutting, hacking and sawing down some trails at my camp. Lost my Drivers License at the bottom of the lake while swimming, snorkeled until I rescued said I.D. card, then drove into town. Ate some Lake of the Woods poutine—which was fn delicious—did some banking, only to come home and start working on tearing up the carpet in the master bedroom.

The new flooring in the living room. And what will replace the carpet in the master bedroom.

Believe it or not, that's the condensed version of my day.

So I'll be tired. But I fully intend to get up at dawn tomorrow morning, head back to the "office" (see yesterday's post...) and start writing. With any luck I'll have the loons calling and the sun shining.

Which reminds me of a sign I saw last week at the Kenora Farmer's Market: "If you're lucky enough to live at the lake, you're lucky enough."

I may be exhausted, but it's a good kind of exhaustion.
S.