A day hopeful with inspiration...

As I stared at the banana I crushed with a potato masher, the events that have brought me to this very point over the last few months began to seep into my mind. How strange one would think that I would be pulled from a city so delightful and fruitful as London and thrown head first into a sinking cottage in the inner city of what could easily be mistaken as the second North Pole. Not that I am particularly sad at my departure from the town where a great deal of my emotional ghosts linger, but I just never realized how cold I could actually be until today. About three hours ago to be exact, when the furnace stopped working...

Thankfully there is a small fireplace which was my place of refuge while I called Sadie's handy-man-of-all-trades Bryce. I was nothing short of delighted with shivering eccstaticness when he appeared at my door. Unfortunately the happiness was short lived when he told me I needed a new furnace. But not to worry, he had a large amount of heating fans in his truck to tied me over until the morning. What a saint....

So now I find myself embracing the lack of heat and I lit all the candles I had at my disposal. Have you ever written by candle light? It is very remarkable. I don't even feel like I am in modern times. Except of course for the noisy fan blowing at my feet. (I am really trying to block that out) I almost feel as though my husband (if I had one) would blow through the door at any moment with a dead deer over his back from his day of hunting in the forest. And I his lovely little wife would ever so delicately cut it up and make him stew. Hmm. Except I can't cook. And I hate eating wild meat. Dream shattered. Back to reality. But I do love the candle light....