- wrote my 2,000 words in two stints;
- crossed the 100,000-word mark in my novel;
- debated changing the title from Translations to Reflection, Translation, Invasion (which is a not-completely-inaccurate summary of the story, at a very high level);
- turned on the air conditioning, because it was getting pretty hot;
- borrowed the neighbours’ kayak and paddled on the lake for a half-hour or so right at sunset;
- went and got some more photos of the Milky Way and (serendipitously) the Aurora Borealis.
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“Can I help you with something?” Headless mannequins wore flimsy cotton dresses in earth tones. Countertop racks displayed neacklaces and bracelets made of beads, pearls, or smooth and polished stones. A sign at the back said RESTROOMS FOR PAYING CUSTOMERS ONLY.
“I need a washroom,” I said.
She motioned at the sign.
“No, I need a washroom.”
She sighed, though I couldn’t tell whether she was exasperated with me or with the situation I was evidently trying to put her in. “Policy,” she said. Then, giving me a good looking-over, she said, much more quietly, “You okay?”
Yes, I wanted to say.