Windy

The barometer is still quite low. The wind is cold and gusty.

Breakfast was thin sliced double smoked pork loin, havarti cheese, tomato and purple onion on a sourdough english muffin. And coffee. And metformin.

I am well rested, my mood is okay (compared to the weekend, mah gob) and I am slowly reacquainting myself with all the twitterers I lost when I lost my first account – which is still there, sadly, but I can’t get into it to kill it.

SFU students will be starting a hunger strike for the climate on November 1. I wish I could give them an ongoing fat transplant but sadly that ain’t happening.

I bought Alex magic markers for the next time he’s here; I thought I had some but apparently not.

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Allegra

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

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