brO and I are waiting for MR2 to come back from the krankenhaus so we can do a proper shop. We went for a walk this morning and I picked up some milk and cream so that if the car doesn’t come back today I don’t have to leave the house again,
which is fine,
cause I’ve already written 500 words today and I think today will be furtherly productive. Kima’s first pregnancy chapter “Someday it’ll keep you” is maybe a couple of pages from done, and I’ve got a good start on Brendan’s first chapter “Check unheard messages” which is all about what happens when you let the Sixer version of nepotism determine who your collaborators are.
And the great thing about writing English goodest is bragging rights.
Ayuh. All I know is that when I think of the ideas I want to introduce and the hearts I want to break MUAH HAH HAHHHH! choke gargle.
Fuel oil spill at English Bay. I’m sickened by it. The province says “It’s a federal matter” and the feds have killed all the funds for boats for oil spills. Harper won’t be visiting I’m sure and the boat responsible can’t even be pinned down and fined f’chrissakes.
The grown child of a friend of mine (and a facebook friend) was metres away (indoors thanks be) from the police incident at 5 last afternoon. Perp got all stabby with two dudes rendered more topologically complex and one woman clinging to life as of this morning; and when bean bag shot didn’t slow him down they gave him summary justice, lead punctuation edition. Vancouver seems to be abloom with police shootings. IA is all over it.
1.3 hours.
ALRIGHTY THEN BREAK TIME IS OVER.