Well, it's getting to the end of the summer. The water at the cottage has gone back to ice-cold, and the fish have disappeared from the dock. I'm just chainsawing wood for the fire.
Going to Montreal next week. I keep looking up at the decayed bridges, and now I'll have to look for cracks on the road. You wouldn't know that the city is under the sword of high seismic hazard. I really hate to imagine what would happen in an earthquake.