it's what the people wanted

Has it been this long? Really? Actually I thought it had been longer. See, I've gone back to a more traditional way of recording my thoughts as of late - that being putting pen to paper. Yeah, people still use pens! And paper! I also found out that my handwriting was plain awful after not doing it for a while. Yes, handwriting! Go on, be surprised! The letters join together and everything. And I also do long division sometimes...

So this lad I email and chat with from time to time told me that he had stumbled across my blog and he managed to lose an hour of his workday to my musings, and I thought "Oh aye, that's kinda cool," and he added his voice to the others who had lately told me they missed my blog. It's hard to say no to a devoted following of 10 people, so here I am back at the keyboard.

As I type my computer is trying to run a spyware scan. I don't want it to, not right now when I am busy. My computer is 5 years old and is miraculously free of such things if the Rogers Online Protection scans are to be believed, but then again this is the same software package that hogs processer power to such an extent that computers the age of mine run out of virtual memory from a scan alone, not to mention when playing music and chatting and THEN a scan starts up. I'll scan later, like when I'm sleeping or something.

The tennis club next door to me is inflating their bubble under which the courts will stay warm and dry all winter long. All summer long I routinely curse the air blue at the shouting of the tennis people when they play, but now this big thing is slowly creeping up past my window sill and will momentarily obliterate a chunk of my view for the next few months and I'm not sure if I've been too hasty. The thing is about halfway inflated I would say, but when I got home from work it was only maybe a quarter done, as if it was doing its best impression of a big white beached man o' war. As I type it's getting bigger. I am sure there's some kind of cool thrill for the tennis players to be inside it in the winter, and they still bellow at each other when they play, but the echoes it creates make them sound like either banshees or lost souls trapped between realities. A cool sound effect, but dead creepy sometimes.

This is Thanksgiving weekend. I'm avoiding doing anything family-related. This is not out of any disdain for my family, but I find that prescribed family days as dictated by the calendar have this phony kind of feel to them. I always have felt that way now that I think about it. It was worse back when it was Thanksgiving and there was no Sunday shopping and all there was to watch on TV was the Bugs Bunny Road Runner Show. I will see my family later, on a day of my choosing. I'll still take the day off work, though, thanks very much.

I still work nights. I've come home and I am knackered. I'm going to forgo my usual cup of tea and have me a lay-down now. I have lunch with some friends later and then I embark on a weekend full of activities and fun.

I so need to get out of this town for a weekend sometime soon though. Love Toronto, I do I do, but a change of scene would be nice.

That is all.