It’s grey, chilly and depressing today in Stratford, and I am camped in the comfy chair with no desire to go anywhere or do anything more challenging than the New York Times crossword puzzle.

I’ve been to pool class, so I punched the exercise ticket, and I ate the last of the roast chicken that I’ve been working on this week, so I’ve taken aboard the day’s protein requirement. A small editorial job is wending its way toward me, but it hasn’t landed yet. I’m off several hooks, at least for today.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to do! So I’m free to read.