Yesterday and Today (and Maybe Tomorrow)
So I was at Mom’s house, helping clean, yesterday, as is the usual pattern for Sundays. we get up, have sausage on a bun (if shopping was successful), and then I drag my wife to Mom’s for cleaning and...
View ArticleThe Only Constant (is Change)
So, today, one of my favourite cousins is getting married. I agreed to meet a once-and-possibly-future client before going to the wedding. Dawn is feeling awful, and probably won’t be able to attend. I...
View ArticleThere Is No Love In The Spaces Between Breaths
Another bit of lyric from No One In The World this morning. Good Morning, or for those of you who have been reporting in faithfully, long time no post. I don’t have a lot to say today. I just woke up,...
View ArticleBusy Busy Bee
So I’ve been writing and editing and designing and selling novelettes, as well as tweaking old songs for re-release as singles, all to limited success. (unfinished covers) I’m not surprised, really. I...
View ArticleAck!
Splitting headache. Won’t go away. So difficult to think clearly. Also not breathing too well. *sigh* I’m thinking of working on Sterling Carcieri, as soon as this headache leaves AND I’ve completed...
View ArticleOh Well, What A Letdown
I think I may have overdone it this morning. the plan was to do the Dream Centre (which we did) and then clean the dishes and kitchen (almost done) and THEN go to Mom’s and wash her floors. Problem: my...
View ArticleBlack Air and Seven Seas and Rotten Through, But What Can You Do (Join...
TWO TONE CRISIS Not sure I’ve got the words quite right there, but as the title suggests, I’ve been on a bit of an English Beat jag, listening to their entire discography, but in particularly the two...
View ArticleSo Darned Much Ado About Nothing
This will be short, and I won’t be sharing it on StumbleUpon, because I’m trying to save my thousandth link there for something important. I have to clean at Mom’s today. I need to sell some art. I...
View ArticleGoodbye To Once Upon A TIme
I don’t like silos. You know what I mean; those information silos where everyone inside the bubble practically speaks a different language from everyone outside the bubble, and no one inside seems to...
View ArticleNo One Knows How It Feels To Have These Feelings… That I Do… And I Blame You!
Sorry. Damnit, there’s my Grade twelve English Teacher telling me not to open with an apology again. I’ve been busy. Nothing fun or sexy. Volunteer stuff, which I’ve been stepping back from in...
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