I manage my life according to my horoscope. Specifically, this one. I am loathe to admit that what Susan Miller says for Sagittarius sometimes affects my decision-making process beyond simply who I send an email to, and when (but I'll admit it anyway, reader, won't I, because we're in a bit of a dry patch, aren't we?) No doubt dear old dad
The turbulence of yesterday's travel day was made bearable by the fact that there are no more plane tickets with my name on them in the foreseeable future. Air Canada lost the Beaver's car seat in Toronto, but I scarcely cared - we just left her at the airport... (Kidding! She rode on my lap as I sucked a frappuccino, Britney Spears
Well, the content of this blog MIGHT BE explicit, if there was any content AT ALL. I'm working on it. I promise. But first there are three months' worth of roots to attend to, not to mention spending time on various Ottawa lawns re-establishing my real-time relationships before I begin cultivating any new fake-time ones. Three
