Deliberate fiction (novel writing) takes precedence over accidental fiction (blog), right? Right.
I took a day off today to go walking with R. We took the subway to a point 12 k at a diagonal from here and walked home.
Popular cafés were swamped with people milling on the sidewalk, sitting wherever they could outside, waiting in line. Very Montreal. This spot still has its winter igloo up.
We walked over the mountain which my Alpie genes oblige me to specify that I mean the Montreal mountain. It's... I'm checking here... 233 metres or 764 feet high. More than a hill but no Alp. Higher elevation meant there was still snow, though it was corn snow, granular and wet, only a couple of degrees away from being slush.
In the meantime we can have tequila in a champagne glass and listen to Manu Chao.
R assures me he has a plan for putting the cabinets back up on the wall without help.
Bye for now!