6:37 AM. Perched here basking in the bluish radiation of my 19 inch Samsung, a welcome source of light on this dim and rainy morning, I quaff my nepenthe caffeine and contemplate moving to the bahamas.
Well it's too late for that now. We signed yesterday for a new place in Langley.
(Woah I think I just channelled William Gibson.)
(Well maybe a William Gibson/E.A. Poe freak of nature thing)
(Okay so I am not as good at writing as either so we will just say that I channelled a William Gibson cross with Edgar Allan Poe at about age 13 okay?)
Needless to say, I am channelling people, both dead and alive at 6:37 on a Monday morning, sounds like the beginnings of an interesting week.
The house we found is a groovy throw back to the 70's. It's a spacious house in the middle of acres of farmland.
Summer should be fun and eventful. They are growing fields of corn all around us. This means we should expect either visits from dead Baseball legends, aliens and crop circles, or creepy children that want to kill is with sharp farm implements. I am voting for the baseball legends. Actually, it would be cool to have mountain bike legends emerge from the corn and force us to build a big jump track. I wouldn't mind that so much.
Well clearly, it is too early for me to write anything sensible so I should sign off and get some work done. I don't need to think clearly for work.
Later.