Security

I've been out so little this week--fruit stand, IGA, bank, gym--nothing more than a few blocks. I wonder what happened to the deal I made with myself in September to work at some of the big libraries downtown at least twice a week, taking my very favourite hour-long walk over the Bloor Street Viaduct and into the heart of the city--filling my lungs, walking off the stress of writing for my life, shooting weird and wonderful scenes. I think the answer is winter, and now I'm the weird chick blipping the security cam at the ATM.

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