My feet, they are cold. Almost like blocks of ice already, and it's still October. It is supposed to go down into the low 30's tonight, so I guess it makes sense. Having a house guest (the lovely Chris) motivated me, at least, to turn the heat on. Also to clean the tub and coffee maker.

I'm thinking about how nice and warm my feet were in the picture above. I was in Santa Fe, sitting by the pool at the Sunrise Springs resort. I was on a break from writing, and I had my Amy Hempel book there at the pool with me. I felt a little bit guilty reading at the pool during a designated writing time, but no one cared. We were there to write like adults, not like kids. It had to involve wine and frequent breaks in the sun or the shade. It had to involve plenty of snacks at all hours. Some people even napped, but I am not a good sleeper. Despite all this, I was productive. It was those blocks of time. Now the project I started there is almost due and I had to force myself to work on it tonight. I enjoy working on it. I always, always enjoy writing. It's just getting myself to do it. I do think it's harder when my feet are cold.

I like this picture. I like the dog wandering in (although I think it is the same one that snarled at me). Unfortunately, the junk on the roof is kind of reminiscent of some of the bank-owned houses I looked at with Chris last weekend (note to self: do not look at any more bank-owned houses). But that aside, I like this picture very much. Was I really in New Mexico in June, driving around on my own and exploring all kinds of little places? I know it was, but it seems like so long ago now.