And in the week’s most important news, after a month of serious slacking and marginally abysmal nutrition, I got myself back to the gym this morning. A most neglected theme on this blog is “My Trainer Derek,” and if for no other reason than to keep myself motivated on the treadmill and disciplined in the snack aisle, I intend to pay a lot more attention to this topic in the months ahead.
A reason I am sad to leave and will be back soon:
From the Lovely County Citizen (Police) Dispatch Desk. Unedited (except for one comma):
12:19 am – A caller from a local trailer park lodged a complaint against neighbors who were playing loud music, talking loud, and drinking loud. The officer told them to take it all down a notch, which they did.
Not everyone is in a holiday mood.
Eureka Springs is sort of like this.
So this week I am here:
Up in the Ozark Mountains, in Eureka Springs at the Writer’s Colony at Dairy Hollow, working on some new fiction. This is the kitchen of my studio:
This is not a joke. Dairy Hollow is the only colony in the country with a studio space designed just for food writers. It’s also the largest studio and since there aren’t any cookbook authors here right now, I got the honors. This is, seriously, the best equipped kitchen I have ever set foot in. There is stuff in these drawers that I don’t know the name of and can’t imagine how it might be used. I think this is a juicer.
Last night I made some microwave popcorn. That will be the extent of my culinary arts.
Back to work on the manuscript.