It is a gorgeous summer day and what do you think I want to do? I want to write. I really do. I'll have to go out in a bit to pick up our weekly box of vegies and the globe and mail (though I really wonder why I keep reading the arrogant thing) and I have to take Hoagy for a stroll (yesterday we saw two pileated wood-peckers!) and maybe, just maybe, I'll go down the hill and jump in the chuck - but really - I want to write. I am so close to getting this and the voices are in my head and I must listen!