I did a bunch of clearing out of lumber today, after I did a tour of the garden. I’ve been able to eat my tiny peas as well as some decent beans lately. And the ubiquitous zucchini. I’m leaving the potatoes in the ground in case my Leen comes and then she can have potatoes fresh from the ground.
The cleaning mostly consisted of moving lumber scraps and pieces of ply from the new part to the tin shed. Then I did a fairly comprehensive sweep and moved a few things to the workshop. It looks a lot bigger in there now, and more open, even though I still have some lumber and four boxes of scraps mostly for kindling. This morning didn’t end up being the great writing day I’d imagined. Instead, I edited Naked in the Road, which is going slowly, and finished the latest edit on the second book of the Blind Fish Series: Lost in the Tunnels.
This evening I was tired from the lack of sleep, so after I watched a movie during dinner, I napped on the futon. The cabin has become quite luxurious. I managed to get some work done on my latest novel and now my father and daughter are well on their way to a town where they might set up a refuge in the post-apocalyptic landscape that is Canada after the collapse of most infrastructure.
