Hi. I didn't blog this week because I wasn't at the clinic. I was in Montreal, enjoying the vocal stylings of a talented young up-and-comer...Bruce...something. Spring...steen? Charming fellow. Going places, you mark my words. ;)
Seriously though, the concert rocked my socks. MY SOCKS. I know it must look, from reading this blog since the start of the year, that I go all over the place, all the time. The truth is I don't know what's going on, it's like I've squashed all the trips I would normally take in a year, into a two month period. It's probably not a great idea, work-wise; and I don't have any money left, I'll tell you that. Plus I'm taking two more trips this month. After that - no more, I promise.
I don't have much else to say, obviously. I don't want to talk about the stupid fetus bill because it makes me depressed. I'm not the hyper-patriotic type, but it is pretty maddening to see your country slowly follow America down the toilet.
Meanwhile, life goes on. I think winter is getting to everyone a little - am I right? The sidewalks are crap. It's depressing. I think even our charming next door neighbours are blue - I saw one of our favourite protesters hobbling around on crutches the other day...maybe she fell on the ice? Bah. Weather.
Anyway, I'm going to stop before I stab myself in the face. Here's hoping Spring comes soon, and with it a bubble zone, a decision on standing, an Order of Canada for Henry, and heck, a magical unicorn with a pan of delicious brownies.