Eating too much at the Beijing Legend

Somehow, even after a little light gardening, I am sore and stiff, and so had to pop a couple of Tylenol before the day started. Getting old is not for the fainthearted.
 
A lot of errands and a little too much work. Managed to squeeze in lunch with my friend André, the sculptor, who gave me an excellent idea for the narration part of the novel. This had been the brake on everything – I couldn’t figure out how the story was to be told. Then he was just telling me about his weekly volunteering to teach adults to read and write, and something clicked. I fully expect to have 200,000 words in a matter of weeks.