The Spot

So, ever since Dan decided to turn his blog into some kinda mystic oracle, he's been kind enough to post interesting tidbits on my blog. Which is good, because, as you've all kindly said, it was getting a little mouldy in here.
(Though I did so enjoy leaving that mushy picture up for so long. Dan's in L-O-V-E! Aww, lookit him blush).
Wow, so, uh, lots to say. Highlights that stand out are:

1. Spring Break / Winter Wonderland in Tremblant. Thank you Arran - This was a beautiful glimpse into what life might be like when I stop being poor. Also, skiing technology has much improved since I left it. I could steer. And, Air Canada sucks: they cancelled our flight on the way there, then bumped us off on the way back. Which gave us 200$ towards Boston (see below). But first...
2. Exams. We studied, we wrote exams, we died a little, we left. There was a point in there when we were spending so much time in the apartment and in each other's company that we both suspected that we were each other's imaginary friends.
3. Boston. When I booked this trip, I calculated based on "leave 2 days after exams, come back 2 days before work". I didn't even notice that this meant a 3 week visit to my duh-duh-duuuh In Laws. But, actually, this was the best trip possible. First off, the house in Acton is extremely relaxing (much needed). Secondly, Boston remains a fun city, with lots of museums and shopping. And finally, we managed to duck out on some of the torrential Halifax spring rain. Some. And then it was time for...
4. That New Job smell.

The job is actually quite exciting. And quite nice. And that's all I think I'm going to say about that, because I would really hate to get dooced because of my blog. I almost can't imagine what I can post that could not be construed as violating some form of solicitor-client privilege.

Well, that's almost everything I'll say about that: you'll notice that it's 7 pm. On a Friday night. I am a work. This is not an unusual occurrence. If you do the blogger math:

12 hour work days + 8 hours of sleep - 24 hours = 4 hours of bloggable material a day.

It just might get a little mouldier 'round here. We.. shall see.

Oh, and I was my birthday a few weeks ago. And yes, we did see X3, and some people scattered around did write to say hello, and I felt a little more terrible for not keeping in touch. Now I say: move to Halifax! And call when you arrive!

England, and Emilie's grad, in 2 weeks: hurrah.

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