Although with the current weather, you’d never know it. We had a few days of summer-like heat last week, but since Saturday, it feels more like March, with nighttime temperatures in the single digits (Celsius, not Fahrenheit) and daytime not much better. So far, 2020 just keeps on being 2020.
This morning, I invented a new activity: tidycize. I’ve been working out in my basement rec room ever since they closed the gym and with the amount of stuff down there, I’m not bored while resting between sets and exercises. But the place was a bit of a mess, so instead of working on my current hobby project during my rest periods, I tidied the place. Ten reps of arm curls, 20 seconds of tidying, another ten reps, etc, etc, etc. Got a lot done in 40 minutes!
As of today, I’ve written over twenty-five percent of A Colonial Murder, the next Chief Superintendent Caelin Morrow casefile, and my editor is almost done with Ashes of Empire: Imperial Night which means things are moving along at Sanddiver Books Inc. even though summer is just about here. And summer means the propane grill is in action, as is my charcoal smoker. Food has never been better. Those of you who follow me on Facebook will have seen my culinary postings. Even before the current pandemic, I knew there was a lot of good in buying local. We get our vegetables and meat home-delivered from small, family owned and operated local farms, and boy can you taste the difference. Of course, living in the Great White North means I can’t get much of our fruit supply from local sources other than during a short period of year, but such is life. I blame Samuel de Champlain for setting up his New France colony north of the 45 parallel instead of smack dab in the middle of the Caribbean.
Stay healthy and stay safe. Peace, fellow humans.