It has been well over a month since I boarded a plane. While this might be considered a sure sign of the apocalypse, please rest assured that this lapse in vertical gain will soon be corrected.
Good lord, I can’t believe I started this year with a list of goals and I completely neglected scotch! What has become of me?
Last year I opted to approach my goal of reading for fun without any sort of plan. This meant that most of the books I read were gifted to me, or those that randomly grabbed my attention when I wandered aimlessly through the bookstore. Not a bad method, but also not overly strategic.
Now that 2018 has been filed away under things of the past, it’s time to look to the future and what it could be. More specifically, it’s time for me to write down the things I want to achieve before the clock ushers in yet another new year.
Considering everything that has dominated the headlines around the world this year, one might best describe 2018 as a glorious dumpster fire fueled by the antics of an orange bloviating toddler and those who would emulate his example (or at least be emboldened by it). And yet, despite all of the awful things we’ve read…
One of the things that I wanted to accomplish this year was to read more for fun. In the past, a slow year would have seen me consuming a novel a week. I devoured books. And then I suddenly didn’t.
Around this time of year, I typically download my top nine photos from Instagram. While the top nine don’t necessarily align as my favourite photos of the year, they are those that were liked the most often by people who follow my Instagram feed.
I woke up several hours ago despite my best intentions to sleep in. And while everyone else is still dreaming of sugar plum fairies, I’m sitting here with a freshly made coffee watching the snow gently fall outside the window. I’m cozy and warm, and I have exactly zero things that I have to do…
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! And as such, it’s time for me to pack up and head off to an undisclosed destination for a few days of rest and relaxation. There will be food. There will be scotch. And there will be napping.
Some of you may recall that just over six years ago – the day before my 37th birthday – I came home to a flooded condo. To say that it was a mess would be an understatement, what with the waterfall I found pouring over my stairs and into my kitchen when I first opened…
For most of us, hearing about the impacts of human activities on the environment is likely something we hear about every day. And while there are still those who loudly question the science behind it all, it doesn’t take much to see how talented we are at manipulating and forever changing the land around us. New…
Tomorrow I’m off to Ottawa on my last (I think) work related trip of the year. Unlike almost all other trips this year, this one will be relatively close to home and thus will not require a flight. I know, I’m as shocked as you are.
I don’t know why, but I still can’t seem to wrap my head around the idea that it’s December. I swear it was only September a few days ago. Alas, here we are with Santa set to make his annual appearance in a little less than three weeks.
Although my sabbatical is only three months old, I can confidently state that sabbaticals are awesome. As I’ve discussed in at least one of my previous posts, the time away from teaching and administrative tasks has been exactly the type of break that I’ve needed.
Yesterday, I finally learned to make bread – assuming you exclude the breads I’ve made in the past that are really just cake in disguise. I’m looking at you banana, pumpkin, and zucchini breads.