I am quite sure all the bars in town breathed a sigh of relief.
Paul stopped by on his way back into town. His sis and bro-in-law are doing famously – she is starting to do doula work in rural Alberta, which is exciting. Lois always was one of my fave people. Their mom Phyllis is also, apparently, well, and my hat’s off to her given what a challenge it is to fly solo when you’re up in your eighties and not so mobile as you once were.
Miss Margot just gave me a demonstration of what Jeff has had to put up with these last few weeks, by climbing up my bare leg with her claws. I am so proud of myself for not screaming.
Keith is coming over today, and then later we’ll be off to Lexi, Darwin and Rob’s for dinner. Katie has been contacted and advises she is coming too.
There is a housefilk today (I got the dates wrong) AND a party at Mike’s tonight. Why does all the fun have to pile up in one day? I wish I could bilocate. Or trilocate.
CSI has either jumped the shark or is warming it up backstage. They did a Star Trek knockoff episode, although having Grace Park in the audience was a nice touch. We’ll see if they’re back on the game next week.
ScaryClown liked my word crapstack (which I introduced on this blog a mite ago) and has made it more official sounding by putting ‘metric’ in the front. Doesn’t a ‘metric crapstack of work’ sound official? I quite like it.