Only eight days of shooting remain and each day blurs into the next. I find myself missing the west coast with its abundance of public transportation and accessible bookstores.
It rained on Saturday night and we shot outside, sodden after twelve hours of misery.
When I get back I will read Alice Munro’s “Too Much Happiness” and hopefully some other good stuff. I miss the feeling of being contained inside a story or a novel. I miss good stories. I miss good people.
Looks like the sun has reached me.