I’m on a busman’s holiday in the Big City. So far, the only difference is the view out the window and the lack of barking, but that’s quite nice.

#2 daughter has a snazzy loft apartment by the Folger’s plant, so the air here smells of coffee all day. Her desk is in front of a window (the right place, I think, for a desk to be) and I can see clouds and birds and the tops of tall buildings.

A change is as good as a rest.

I’m planning to do mostly straight writing this week, which will also be a change and thus a rest.

However, #2 daughter is talking to me right now, so I can’t write further at the moment. More anon.