An Off the Rails Kind of Day

Shhh, Huda, Shhh

My day was immediately derailed before 9am. The wildfire smoke was thick, burned my eyes when I took the dog out. Which meant that riding my bike into town to eat a diner breakfast was out. (The manuscript I had to put down for the last six months is back on the front burner and I am obsessed with it again.) I was really looking forward to both the ride and writing with a classic #1, over-medium eggs, toast, coffee, looking up occasionally to stare at the tourists wandering about. I could have driven into town and eaten indoors but I didn’t want to. It’s July. My patio time. I don’t eat indoors at restaurants as much as I used to before Covid. I hated feeling like I had to flip a coin between the most polluted air in the world (Toronto area today) or growing rates of Covid (Ontario, though you wouldn’t know it since everyone ignores it now, except me and other angels/fanatics.)

So I sat in bed for hours finishing the novel Quality Time by Suzannah Showler - five stars! My dog approved of this plan, as he is now old enough to want to sleep until noon if it means a cuddle in the prime spot. Then I applied for some jobs, read too many news articles on my phone, and tinkered around with an old script that I think has some juice. By noon, my local friend texted me the highly unhealthy AQI reading and I looked out my window and saw my father on his motorcyle.