It is bitter cold, arctic. The dogs do not really want to go out, the wood stoves are going, and hotchocolate with rice milk is being passed around. Tea as well. Going out to do a signing. Looking for new novels to read. Lorrie Moorie, I think, “Gate At The Stairs.”

Working on a short story, “The Dog Who Kept Men Away.” Got to rest my elbow, getting sore again. Went back to using it too soon.