First, nowhere to write here in downtown ‘burg, Square. Not at the bookstore, or repugnant Flying Goat, or that creamery/bakery. So I’m here at Oakville with a Coke.. no coffee, or no more, for a bit. Patio all to myself, fireplace at my 12. Story brought me here, saw how I dealt with the anxiety and rewarded me with this calming. Expecting stories and stories today, wine, people traveling here to taste and buy wine. But more, for me to collect, consolidate. Nothing more new, even if I have to. Working with what’s already before me. Quicker!