Meanwhile, up early in the morning. Before the sun, a few stars from the deck, a slight crescent moon rising, the sound of the waves lapping on the beach. And as the day proceeds, shades of grey that slowly lighten and clouds that hang low and ragged over the farther shore, most days never rising above the first ranges, some days never rising at all, the waves disappear into a fog over the lake, colors in the foreground, the brightly painted deck chairs, slowly emerge, muted, then fade and vanish. By 4:00 again the day is dark.
This place, it's great, it's not mine, the few scant possessions I have with me aren't enough to take away the air-bnb ness of it, but that as well is good, one can be distracted by said possessions, there's a minimal of distractions here. Sit at the window with the craptastic laptop, the walloping 32 GB of memory filled with a walloping 31 GB of operating system (why did I not think of that?), limit your trips to town - money is tight, after all, and CERB might keep you fed, but that's it, not food and gas and everything else, there's the trimming and reining in of vices, the small pleasure of being able to cook your own meals, of a warm bed and a spectacularly atmospheric view.
A week and there's a lot to do - I mean a lot, creative-crazy-lot, and so much of what I have been meaning to get done has been forgotten but there's time to recall now, time to get started, I've been on the down low for the past week, overdrawn, unwilling to give up the warm place for even a brisk walk and the lack of exercise is taking it's toll, restless nights, how to cure this? More exercise, although the boots slip on the ice, the ground is too frozen to dig, the scenery - winter, without the snow, I need work, society, of some sort, merely trying to find something that I don't completely despise, people that I might enjoy, find a healthy balance and rhythm to it all.
Anyways, so that's where I am.