A non-update update

Edward Arthur Walton, "The Field Loring" (c. 1903)

I'm back home after a lovely week with my family, during which I wrote not a word, so there's no excerpt this time. But having started weekly updates (really for my own sake, to keep me accountable, but it's nice that they get a few readers), I feel obligated to confess publicly that I have left unwritten those words that I ought to have written.

Rather than trying to catch up this week, which is probably not possible, I'll just readjust my schedule and plan to finish up the book when I'm in Scotland. That's assuming I decide to go to Scotland, given the current travel restrictions. I suppose I might as well write in a flat in Edinburgh's New Town as here: it's not as if I'll be spending that much time outside anyway in the heat and humidity of Florida. If I could get my self-isolation out of the way in time for the walking tour of the Isle of Skye that I've booked, I would feel pretty good about that.