Painting the new weatherboard on our old front door. Printing off the revised draft (4) of the comedy script I’ve been working on (proper, this time) this year. Packing – or at least a start. It’s been four years since we did one of our three-city trips, North America; four years then since I packed in the big old job and took up on my own. Which makes the going now feel even better – managed as it’s been by the work of my own (no, I am gonna say it) hands. And feel very like, in fact, that mindful thrill of being in Georgetown and having resigned.
Part break, part writing: New York City, San Francisco, up to Vancouver and back to NY. Them’s the facts. But the many-happy return of the things we used to do – and the me that is me now (with this script neatly bound for the proofing of its life) – okay, them is the trip of this time.