Mara Tremblay. 

I just spoke to my mother who finally read my hobo text of 2006.  She liked it but she preferred the snowshoes retelling for 4 days , alone, in Baie Comeau.  She read it during the night, while having insomnia. She too cannot sleep well nowadays. 

She was going to the hairdresser this afternoon and it is snowing full on , light snow, today in Montreal. 

Here, it is raining and small birds are singing. I have opened the patio door at the front, where I am sitting. A crow is singing. I have asked for patience today to Shakyamuni. I had so many amazing visions of the shakya philosophy in my kitchen when I was full on a goner around 2020. It was divine and super curious and fascinating and good.