Kelake : Clark MacLeod's banal weblog

It was a lot of driving yesterday -- Montague to Sackville to Truro and back.

Sheryl's aunt passed away yesterday in Truro.

If our current business fails - which, though not exactly imminent, is always a distinct possibility - I have my next venture already mapped out.

I'm sitting here at The Gallery this morning, enjoying a treat and drinking coffee while listening to a trio of people discuss their plans for the novels they are writing.

For most of this year I have at times been finding it difficult to summon the patience to start my day with pour-over coffee.

I'm not in the anti-AI camp like so many writer friends of mine - though I am anti-data centre, which I realize is a contradiction.

Peter shared a couple of examples of AI intruding into his life in a malicious way in his post, The Weekend AI Came for Us.

Sheryl and I at the top of some hill.

Coming back from Calgary on Monday we had what might be considered a normal flight experience.

Coffee experiences anchor any visit to whatever town or city we visit - it's not always specialty coffee, but even Sackville or Saint John, New Brunswick, have nice places to sit and have an espresso.

I’m sitting on a flight from Calgary to Toronto, en route to home.

It seems to work, didn’t see dog poo on the sidewalks we walked on.

I'm sitting at a Tim Hortons in Montreal Airport, which feels familiar -- we were here a couple of weeks ago under similar circumstances.

Yesterday I was hiking with Sheryl up a cliff near a northern suburb of Dublin when my doorbell rang -- a delivery back home.

Sheryl and I went to Read by the Sea earlier this month — nice, if far too short.

I am sitting at Starbucks in the Ottawa airport, listening to cheers from the restaurant nearby as Spain looks set to win.

Camren and I had a good time suffering through the heat.

I set up a daily task in ChatGPT and while it has only performed it once, I'm a bit surprised by its usefulness.

Eight years back in Canada, and most of the reverse culture shock has faded.

I sat down at the table, coffee prepared, iPad open, white page waiting.