I finally have coffee again.
For weeks, I had avoided doing any major grocery shopping due to the fact I was in and out of my apartment so much. Whether it was going home for the weekends and not wanting to have food go bad, or just my new found desire to stop wasting food, I did my best to make due with what I had.
So when the coffee ran out, I put off going to the grocery store until I was left with little more than a bag of oats and some stale bread to eat.
This morning, waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, drifting on the sweet morning air coming through my open apartment windows was nothing short of heavenly.
I poured a cup and immediately set to work on my latest fiction project.
Yes, I’m doing it again. I’ve started another novel.
Details to follow at a later date. Once I’ve really figured out what I have, I’ll be sure to share.
I managed about 1,000 words, pushing myself past a rather tough spot in the early storyline, before I grabbed a shower and some cereal and headed out the door.
It was a busy day filled with some heavy lifting.
With the summer drawing to an end (I know I can hardly believe it myself) it seems all the big stories are starting to gain steam, and it’s going to mean a fight for the front page of this week’s edition.
First, we have the lawyers for Dafonte Miller filing an official complaint with the OIPRD (the Office of the Independent Police Review Director) finally giving me an open public account of what he is alleging happened on that night that Miller was beaten. If you want, read the excellent update by Toronto Star reporter Wendy Gillis, right here.
Second, the Oshawa Port Authority appears to have gotten itself into some serious financial trouble after an arbitration settlement cost them approximately $4.1 million. It has to do with the ethanol plant, I’m sure, and trying to dig up comments and details has been like pulling teeth.
Lastly, the NAFTA talks. Not interesting to everyone, but with Oshawa being a massive hub for the auto sector, the changes to this trade agreement could have big impacts in this city. Let’s just say, I’m swinging a little above my pay grade on this one.
Put simply, the language of national trade deals is a complicated one.
However, I reached out to an expert from the CD Howe Institute who was able to explain things for me in a little bit more basic terms, so that was helpful.
Anyway, M just arrived, so I’m going to take off.
Thanks for reading,