I perched myself in the local Blenz — just a block and a half down the street, where the car drove through the window a while back. I’m looking out the window and I can’t help wonder if it could happen again. Probably.

My venture paid off: I stepped out of the office, and in about an hour was able to accomplish more than I had done all morning. Maybe it’s the change of scenery. Maybe it’s the local wildlife. Maybe I just need to look at something besides that same old desk.

I ran this by Karin and she tends to agree: we need to do some hiking this weekend. I thnk we’ll find a nice trail and explore some of BC’s wild places. A word of free advice: if you ever move, don’t it over weeks and weeks. It’s a depressing thing, to move, and I’ve managed to discover a way of making it more depressing: drag it out. The best way: snap it off, do it quick, yank that darn band-aid from your hairly leg, and walk it off. The pick, pick, pick thing tends to seem less painful, but the anticipation will drive you batty.

I was sitting in this coffee shop, sipping the obligatory rent.drink, and this guy comes up to me. Admittedly, Mr. V is a little odd: a keyboard with a screen the size of a deck of cards: and I staring intently and typing with the fury of Disco Dwayne’s arch nemesis. He walks up and starts quizzing me: I won’t bother typing that conversation out. Long.story.short: it must be a bonding thing with middle.age guys: I’ll show you my (tech) if you show me yours. I show him the keyboard. The USB port. The fancy little slide-out foot. He offers a tour of his personal recorder, followed closely by an opinion on Apple’s new OS. Sigh.

Maybe I should go back to the office for a bit.