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It seems I’m a bit behind on the ol’ posts. Here’s a quick recap of Wednes­day to Fri­day:

• wrote a bunch of words, though I’m a bit behind my goal;
• went on a cou­ple quick bike rides, includ­ing one up the hill to the grave­yard (where I was tempt­ed to lie down, just for a moment, because that’s quite the hill) and the obser­va­tion tow­er;
• con­tem­plat­ed going kayak­ing but decid­ed I was over­heat­ed, so went swim­ming instead to cool down;
• drove to Win­nipeg for my nephew’s 19^th birth­day;
• also went up to Clear Lake to vis­it my friend Tim;
• and went out again on Fri­day night to attempt some Milky Way shots.

On Tues­day, I:

• wrote 2,000 more words in two shifts, morn­ing and evening;
• read about ⅓ of Drey­er’s Eng­lish, chortling all the while;
• went for a 3.5km kayak ride on the lake;
• did a quick 5km bike ride to the cof­fee shop and to Co-op for gro­ceries;
• and went back out for some more astropho­tog­ra­phy, this time in the riv­er val­ley to the north.

Here’s a quick sam­ple of the writ­ing so far (still 1^st draft):

Your nose is bro­ken, she’d said. I reached up and touched it, gin­ger­ly, expect­ing pain. Instead it felt cold and numb. Touch­ing it felt like I was touch­ing some­one else’s nose. Like it was made of wax.

I felt a thin strip of met­al or met­al-like plas­tic that ran from between my eye­brows down the bridge of my nose to its tip. I tried to lift it off, to pry a nail under it, but couldn’t. It was like it was a part of me. Maybe it was a part of me now.

You’ve been con­cussed. That part I didn’t need to check to believe. I remem­bered the headache, the nau­sea that nev­er quite went away and nev­er quite resolved into actu­al vom­it­ing. When I lay down on the bed, the room seemed to shiv­er and spin, slow­ly, an orbit that I didn’t like.

From Trans­la­tions, 1^st draft