Slow slow start yesterday. I took TWO painkillers and paced myself, had a couple of naps and managed to work all morning and write five of six letters I had to write. The carrot in front of this donkey was the long anticipated visit of two friends: book lovers, readers, retired teachers who never retire (they just shift venues) and word aficionados. They came specifically to inspect the library in my office where I keep the beloved tools of my trade and the toys of my passion.

We had tea on the balcony till we were hot and then we moved to my office with the AC on while we explored (and I re-discovered ) my joys. It was a good thing my friends were with me or I would have taken two or three books and disappeared with them for the rest of the day. I have to be careful. I immerse very easily. It takes a lot of discipline to stay with my work plans for the day.

I should have planned to give my friends dinner. As it was, we had to part and leave my library.

Does anyone remember the British playwright N.F. Simpson? He had a flurry of productions during the height of attention paid to the Theatre of the Absurd. I mention him now because I remembered a scene from one of his plays (produced in Toronto) while we were fluttering laundry books like moths near a flame. Franny Hyland.

Frances Hyland, born in Saskatchewan (check this—YES.), Canadian actor who played across Canada with The Canadian Players and who was one of the prizes among the first company of Canadian actors playing at the new Stratford Festival Theatre—NO Did she play Juliet? NO . Tyrone Guthrie invited her to play Isabella Measure for Meaasure in 1955.

I’ll have to check….I did, and keep discovering more.

That’s another blog.

I’ll follow my tangential thought before I sign off for today—NOPE

I had to look up N.F. Simpson—another blog. Oh dear.

I’ve been writing and thinking for two hours and i’m tired and hungry.

I’ll be back.

You see? have no discipline.