Her Infinite Variety

i am wiped. i was so pleased to see that i do not need to be at work until 8 tomorrow.

steph’s mom passed away on saturday, which is sad, which was to be expected, but which was no less shocking and saddening to me and the rest of the people who knew her. london is calling me. luckily andrew is happy to make this a long (non)-weekend. four or so days in southwestern ontario seems like the last thing i want after the election, but perhaps the first thing that i need–remind me why i don’t agree with my parents politics and such.

but yes, the week was supposed to look like this: election, school, rest, job hunt, school, special engaging speaker at carleton, school.

now it looks like: election.drivetolondon.funeral.schoolwork.spendtimewithpeoplewhichiskindoflikerestingbutnotreally.driveback.jobhunt.groceryshop.

in other words, blurg. i know no one plans their death, but from a purely logistical perspective, blurg. tear. argh. spugh.

Home, the last resort.
Build a castle with an iron door.
Lock the window, pull the shades, the hazed out sun won’t help anyway.