November has been a chore so far. A little more than half way through the month and yesterday we stopped to catch our breath for the next few laps.
Deadlines.
Construction.
Obligations.
Obliterations.
Tickets.
Taxes.
Timings.
Travel.
Waiting.
Watching.
Meeting.
Designing.
Spending.
Buying.
Walking.
Running.
Patiently waiting for someone to press pause.
I’ll resume normal operations when normal resumes itself.

I also considered titling this post:
“I’m with Stupid”
“Hollow Man”
“The Ghost of Easter Past”
“Do you like green eggs and ham?”
“Worst. Sandwich. Ever.”
“No, salmonella is not the new diet craze sweeping the nation.”
“Who’s the April fool, now?”
“Extra mustard cannot fix everything.”
Actually, if you ever want to have the frak kicked out of you by a little bit [...]

We’re all on the mend here after a few days of moderate (though merely annoying) head-colds, one of the souvenirs we brought back from Portland. (Alice will likely feel guilty ’cause I wrote that, but after her generous hospitality the least we could do is take some germs off her hands.) As far as [...]

December 11
I have a headache from looking after Claire on my own for three hours while Karin went out to a function. She screamed most of the time. Claire, that is. It was either gas, or it was because I can’t provide fresh milk. Either way, not much I can do [...]

It’s late.
It’s been a very long day.
I just spent the evening at the Fringe, once again.
This is all you’re getting today.
Sorry.

We’re spending a sunny morning in Penticton, recuperating from a drive-from-hell. The wedding is at three, so that gives us a few more hours to enjoy the beach before the social obligations begin, and another few hours for Karin to catch up with her Harry Potter after having picked up her copy on Main [...]

I’ve been reading a little bit on jet lag. Every time I get on a plane to jaunt a few time zones east or west, no matter where I go, I end up at the destination with the dreaded lag. My body is lagged most of the time anyhow, so throwing those rhythms [...]

I think I’m going to take tomorrow off. Sleep in. Get some rest. I think I’ll pretend that February 29th, 2007 isn’t even a real day, that it doesn’t exist, and that no one needs me for anything at all, whatsoever. Maybe I’ll get some reading or even some writing done. [...]

funkypig: So. Saturday night? Sitting at home. Writin’ in your blog. Must be getting old, eh? That thir-TAY year-old-thing finally caught up, I see.
8r4d: Whatever. We had a busy day. We did some shopping. Cleaning. Tried taking the dog for a walk in the bitter cold. And. [...]

My Comic Book Publishing class starts tonight at Langara College. Three hours out of a precious Monday evening, for eight consecutive weeks. It had better be worth it… Grrrr…

…but for just a few days!
Okay. So things have begun to settle out here a little bit. The new car seems to have both a registration and insurance. The offices — at least for now — seem to gotten over their wedding fever directed towards me, and turned it maliciously on Donna [...]

My thoughts seemed to be focussed somewhere between work and the fact that in about two and a half weeks Karin and I are getting married. How wacky is that?