After the glorious sunshine in Victoria yesterday, it was a sad shock to come home to whiteout conditions at Main and Marine.

It’s good to be home, nevertheless.

Last night I had the first dream I can remember in ages.  I dreamed I went to rent a fabulous apartment in Paris for 200 euros a month and I didn’t take it because there was a brothel across the street.  The prostitutes were sitting on the balcony displaying their wares in a most unpleasant way.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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