It was a busy morning. I found myself doing things I hadn’t planned, but it felt good when it was over, except my hips and back, of course.

I made cantaloupe sorbet because I had some over-ripe cantaloupe. Now i have to figure out what to do with it. I made squash puree intending to make a squash soup but I didn’t have any broth left. Make some tomorrow when grocery delivery brings the beef bones I ordered.

I fiddled with some problems, searching online, to do with the copyright of a book of mine that i’m giving away—the copyright not the book.

I had some phone calls, agreeing to an appointment for a cat scan checking on my head after I fell a couple of weeks ago; gratefully accepting a day when my cleaning help will show up; agreeing to have someone for tea next week to discuss a play of mine (never produced); inviting a neighbour for dinner to help me use up some leftovers: half a meatloaf, mini potatoes, sugar snap beans, strawberry spinach salad, cantaloupe sorbet. I was going to take the meat loaf to Matt today but my daughter told me not to go out because of snow and ice and I might fall and break something again.

This is not a creative day. There are things I have to learn.

Tomorrow.