I'm back from Pop's funeral/Baie Verte.
I am exhaused. I wonder if my eyes will ever lose their dark circles or stop showing all the crying I've been doing.
"I don't have a brother anymore." -Uncle Harold.
And, I'm now behind on all my work.
Please, please, let there be a snowstorm tomorrow to shut everything down.
Oh hey - wanna job with the Canadian Census?
http://www22.statcan.ca/ccr_r000_e.htm