The last of the Septembers

Emmmmaaaaa. I don't want to jump right back into school, man, and I really can't afford it at the moment. I'm going to lurk through the classifieds for a bit and see what is out there. Athabasca has an online Cultural Heritage Management diploma, so there's always that option.

I am not too upset about having to spend 4 months living broke in Vancouver, but the all-or-nothing context of that discussion has put me on edge. I'm claustrophobic and upset all the time; it feels as if there's a storm brewing at some point on the horizon. But life goes on, and who knows how things will turn out. Not me.

I hear the opening band last night was a pleasant surprise. Frances went from drinking a melancholy beer on our kitchen floor to being all smiles this morning. When am I going to be re-introduced to the new love interest? He sounds like a dote. Anyone who is into pine beetle larvae is a friend of mine.

Jessie is doing this race, it's official. The 430-mile division:   http://www.arcticultra.de/en/

Here's some Helen Hardin to nicely round off this discussion.