Slept horribly. I kept waking up and thinking something fuzzy like "geez it's late, I wonder when spook is coming--oh. in Alberta. right." What can I say? I'm a creature of habit.
At eight-thirty I rolled over to discover myself flanked by my cats, who were chickened up in an attitude of expectancy, staring. I took the hint and got up. Put on my fuzzy slippers, made some coffee, and turned on CBC radio. That little news chime? I've missed it so. There are advantages to living alone for a few days. I've been listening to all the talking heads freaking out about Belinda Stronach crossing the floor--I'm not sure whether I think she'll be great for the Liberals, but it was nice to hear her stick it to that reptile Harper. He's like an evil Ken doll. There was a documentary about HIV in China, and in a bit they're talking about Engineers Without Borders. There's information! I remember this! I have to figure out how to do this more.
And hey, I got tagged! So here goes:
If I could be a linguist, I'd be cunning.
If I could be a doctor, I'd take as many trans patients as I could find, because there are not enough answers and not enough medical people interested in finding more.
If I could be a chimney sweep, there would definitely be singing and dancing involved.
Adam, Mere, and Jax--you know what happens now.