Spent a week with a bunch of my family at a Muskoka cottage. On our last day, I said, sadly, to my daughter and daughter-in-law, ‘I need more time so I can sit in all the places I want to sit’ … which caused them to pretty much keel over. I didn’t get a chance to explain… due to the subsequent wise cracks. You see, there were three near perfect spots where I was able to sit and let my mind go blank (tonic for the brain) or in the alternative, to sit and let writing ideas come to life (setting can be a big stimulant). But I missed recharge opportunities and squandered plot sparks simply because I never got around to sitting in three other near perfect spots… unless I just resent not having tried out all six sitting spots for my evening Scotch.