Finally, a day that can be called beautiful. Nothing short of gorgeous, even. Perfect day for a drive into the city- the sunniest of blue-gold skies plus mix CD divided by pretty country roads. Then, a short but very aggressive trip across the 401; I had a good teacher for that, and the perfect soundtrack. (Don't worry Mum, perfectly safe, ( Read more... )

Yeah, well, it was starting to get predictable: I'd be regaling my BFF Ed with tall-but-true tales of recent adventures, and he'd grumble "you really oughta update." My journal, that is. The one that's been online since the late 90s. The one I rarely, if ever, manage to write for, to the point that the little HomeSite icon on my desktop seems to be ( Read more... )