And now, suddenly, it's November, and for all that I've been trying to keep up with the narrative of my life, it seems to have had one of those necessary blanks. Even story people don't have stories every month, and I've decided that's mostly ok.
I'm making plans to do more walking. Molly needs more leash training (we've been woefully inadequate at that, frankly) and both she and I could use more exercise. I recently realized that I went from running almost daily to not having gone for a run in two months, and while summer heat had a lot to do with it, mostly I just got busier and found it difficult to keep that hour of my day available in a consistent way. I don't think I'll go back to running, at least not right away, but a morning walk with Molly every day will be good for everyone, I think, and it's a form of exercise that I can generally come home from and be ready to go again without having to clean up extensively, which makes it much more on-call friendly.
We went for our first one this morning, a relatively short round that ended up going through the bottoms of the valley park as we worked with the clicker to get her on a more slack leash. She was making progress after only half an hour, so as long as I stay consistent with it for a while and don't slack off (or forget her training treats) I think we'll get there. Today's was a very chilly walk, and although I didn't bundle up in full winter gear, I maybe should have--the shadier parts of the walk were very cold and frosty. We've been wavering, here, between days like this one and days that are quite a bit warmer, and it's still in the in-between season where it's hard to guess from day to day. I try not to complain, though; soon enough we'll just know it's cold. Winter in Toronto is not especially kind.
We're in an in-between place, too, it seems. Graham is making progress on his PhD work but still hasn't been able to get an idea quite to fruition, which is frustrating, and while I'm getting a fair bit of business, it's still not quite where I'd like it to be. We're both working hard to get over this first edge, but it's definitely work, and we're tireder than we were at this time last year. At the same time, though, we both feel like we're working more productively than we were then, so it evens out in terms of satisfaction.
I suppose that's about it for now. I have the week's bread to start, and I'm waiting on Graham to come home with groceries so I can make lunch.
I'll try to get back to weekly posting, if I can, even if it's just to recap some of our time outside, but what I'd really like is to start feeling like I have something to write about again, so I'm going to be taking some active steps to get there, which primarily means finding ways to expose myself to more ideas so that I can think about them. More on that later.