I moved to Mtl for the summer. Brought a bunch of office stuff as I'm determined to get a chunk of the dissertation done, since last year got completely derailed by heartbreaks of all kinds. I set up a decent workspace in the entrance hall at BT's and then promptly spent half of last week in the hammock, cleaning, organizing, baking, or cooking. Working from home doesn't work for me. I love home stuff too much. Great banana bread, though... been wanting to make it for months but it's been too hot to turn on the oven in New Orleans since May.

Yesterday I dug deep into my pockets and shelled out for a communal workspace. Going to try that today. If I can get into out of my bathrobe. Thinking of longingly of my office and familiar faces in New Orleans. This means i'll have to talk go sit in a space full of new people and this afternoon they're having a barbeque, of all things, eek. which fills my stomach with a low-level dread. An afternoon of dissertation and then a bunch of strangers to small talk with. In french. It's okay. I'm going to be okay. Right?

10:01 a.m. - 2013-07-09