Earlier this morning as I was sitting down to begin grading final reports for the undergraduate and graduate courses I’ve been teaching this semester, I was immediately interrupted by probably the most horrifying sound I’ve ever had the misfortune of hearing.Read more "The Wee Fuzzball"
Between snuggling with the wee fuzzball, chores, and making a vat of pasta so large that it’s sure to feed me for the rest of the week, today has been rather relaxed. In fact, the only thing on my list of things to accomplish was to venture over to the mall to purchase a shiny new pair of Merrill […]Read more "Because Shiny"
Week four of the 90 Day Fitness Challenge was trying; very trying. It started off filled with good intentions and kick-ass energy, but then life decided to get in the way and that all changed. Initially I was worried that work was going to be the main challenge – what with three major events this week. […]Read more "28 Down 62 To Go"
I woke up yesterday morning to the news that it was -23C outside but that it felt like -29C with the windchill. Seriously, who decides that these temperatures are okay? As I huddled under my covers shivering from the thought of -29C, I began to wonder whether or not heading outside for a run was […]Read more "Take That Cold Weather"
Today is a comfy-pants kind of day. Like many of you, I spent yesterday celebrating the Christmas holiday the way it was intended to be celebrated: with lots and lots of food. And booze. And more food. And coffee. Also scotch. And pie. And because I’m a spoiled bastard, I did all of this while […]Read more "Buyer’s Remorse? Not Yet"
On Tuesday afternoon I made my way back home to Guelph, having spent the prior week visiting Rick in Calgary. The adventure was amazing – but that really wasn’t a difficult bar to pass given that the trip involved mountains, hiking, meeting up with friends, good food, a drink known as Better Than Folgers, more […]Read more "I Miss The Mountains"
Thirty-eight. Three Eight. Three. Eight. I’m trying to decide if thirty-eight has a nice ring to it or not. There’s nothing particularly wrong with thirty-eight. It’s a perfectly cromulent number, composed of two rather curvy digits (and who doesn’t like curvy digits?). But it’s also not entirely notable. It doesn’t represent any of the standard […]Read more "So This Is 38"