Had nice-ish weather and went for a walk. Drove to Como Park. Speed-walkers are mercenary. Ever looked at speed-walkers? Unhappy lot they are. Dead eyes, pressed lips, rude. Most noticeable, always in a hurry. Stiff-legged stride reminiscent of one in need of restroom. Faster the arms swing, less likely to nod greeting. Must be deep in thought of quickest route to facilities.
Other shit: Interest in short story currently writing. Is one of four for anthology taking fairy tales and reworking. Mine, untitled yet, revisits Ali Baba. Am pleased the publisher is eager to sign.
Other-er shit: Got chased by geese. Damn Canadians.
Note to self: "Mia, bring mace to Como Park. Critical to ward off both mercenary striders and carnivorous geese."