Today, the String Sisters (we’re a band!) came over to play tunes in my new music space, and it was great. In dining chairs spaced six-ish feet apart around the edges of the big, red rug, we fiddled and picked and strummed for an hour and a half. The acoustic is good for tunes, with just a little reverb. The rug and the stuffed bookcases absorb the excess. Serena the fiddle wants to make a video, so now we’re getting serious.

The rest of the day was spent hauling books around, and going to the allergy doc in Kitchener. I distinctly remember a time in my life when I had a job — how did I ever fit it in?