Secret Squirrel

Hells bells! Another week gone by and not a thing to show for it except a kitchen piled high with dishes, a disturbing dependency on Babybels (full fat version), and a pretty knife-edged hatred of sick people riding public transit with abandon. Use your elbow pit! It’s not good for anything else! I will soon be a curmudgeonly germaphobe, dreaming of my simpler days in Halifax.

I’ll keep this short and sweet, more of a placeholder than anything else: back to weekly posts next week, once I wrap my head around a new fulltime job, teaching, commuting, catching up with friends, re-inserting exercise into my life’s plan, and trying to enjoy, in small measure, my lovely summer sublet on the Drive. Back to some design stuff, too – less bitch, more stitch around here. At least for a few weeks. Maybe interspersed with camping and husband-hunting adventures.

I am dealing better with the massive amounts of change with more grace than I would have imagined for myself. That is not one of those sneaky, vile backhanded self-compliments, btw, but an honest kind of awe given my weak constitution and overall lonely, crybaby nature. Somebody at work told me there’s something in the water, and I think that might be true.

Back soon with *actual* content.