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Lots of stuff is going on, most of it good.

Last night Paul and I went out to the first night of the year at Jericho, and glad I was to be there.  I ended up spending most of the actual concert talking in the Galley (I bought this year’s edition of their t-shirt, which has a piratical theme) with a woman named Denise.  I have been looking for somebody like her, a qualified and compassionate mental health professional, who can deal with depression, anxiety and PTSD, who is also familiar with CBT.  Yes, I am sure I could use the services of this person, but it’s actually for somebody else, so it was really a job interview, but any job interview which includes French fries and beer is going to be superior to any other kind.  So I missed the concert but was still really glad I went.  And OH the SINGing.  And they played Ashokan Farewell in the Celtic jam, and how I heart that song.  I played “Something in my House that I Don’t Own” and “The Anniversary”.

I have a bruit in my left ear.  I have to hold my head just so to hear it, but it’s odd.  I can add this to the incredibly large pile of weird but not emergent medical nonsense about me.

Language alert.  IT FUCKING SNOWED yesterday. IN TWO DIFFERENT PLACES.  We were driving up Alma when the rain turned to snow for about two minutes, and earlier in the day Peter T (who originally hails from South Africa, so his feelings about snow may be intuited therefrom) had stopped by my desk and in tones of hushed outrage asked me to look out the window.  I recognize that Torontonians and Montréalais and Calgarians and Londoners and Muskokans will consider snow the first week of May to be a shrugworthy event, but it ain’t like that in Vancouver.  To see it twice in a day in two very different parts of town — well, Lucy Maud Montgomery said it best.  It’s like a slap in the face when you’re expecting a kiss.

Now, to get dressed and pay for and drive my new used car.  I will use the skills I gained while watching a company sponsored safety video to set the mirrors properly.  I will check the tire pressure.  I will walk around the car.  And THEN I will sing out a might yeehaw and lovingly apply the parking sticker.  And THEN I’m gonna drive to work.  And then I’m gonna work.  And then I’m gonna drive ScaryClown home with me and feed him dinner and take part in the special joy of watching him interact with my bro, because that’s a special kind of hilarious.  Those guys say the funniest things.

So I got my day all planned out and it makes me happy.