So I guess it's that time of year again. The time of year when I'm glad to walk out of the cold and into a warm office building, rather than out of the heat into a cool office building. The time of year when I have stopped lamenting my broken bicycle and wishing I would bike to work, but have started lamenting my perfectly operational bicycle and wishing I had an excuse to drive my warm car. Oh, well Here comes the Brrr.
A cup of pedestrian vending-machine coffee and a chocolate rice crispie square later, and the day doesn't seem so bad. I've got a big party at my place tonight, and I have made a truckload of pumpkin pie to feed to my friends. Hey, I had to do something to get rid of this pumpkin before it's Halloween and I'm freezing even more of it. Maybe another batch of pumpkin mead...
That reminds me, I should really have a look at the last batch of pumpkin mead. And the batch of red wine from ages ago, which still has a step left (it might be ok for sangreas). And the four batches of summer-y mist wine I was going to make back in May.
School has started up again. While Rhian is positively gleeful at the prospect of more Canadian Geology and the Biology of Fishes, I can't say I share her enthusiasm. I've booked a ton of courses to try and do alongside working full-time, and man, I can barely face that crap when I have NOTHING else to do. But I have a floor to finish, baseboards to install, wine to make, computers to fix, and months of old mail and files sitting in the inbox on my desk. The one thing I'm looking forward to though is the fact that I'm still doing self-directed classes with Athabasca, and it's dawned on me that I can proceed through them the the serial approach to tasks that I prefer. Rather than trying to juggle all my classes at once, i'm going to complete a class, write the exam, complete the next class, write the exam, etc. etc. I think that may work out better.
But we're going to England! Yeah, we've booked out tickets for Dec. 17-Jan.4, and it's going to be a blast. I mean, it had better be, or I'm gonna kill somebody...
And what of my writing? Good question. I've written some more of TUF and preliminary reviews are positive. In other words, "that guy seems cool and mysterious, and I want to read more!" That's pretty-much all I can ask for. If I could write something that made a few million people want to read more, I might be able to tell Academia where they can stick their self-absorbed professors and their insufferable beurocracy, and move to Maui. Sadly, I'm not sure where I'll get the time to write anything in-between getting this degree I don't want and working to pay Edmonton's cost of living. Hmm... an increase in caffeine pills and a decrease in sleep may do the trick... or it may be counter-productive.
Well that was a thoroughly depressing post... funny, since I'm not really in a foul mood. I'm fairly cheerful, actually. Maybe I'm just a depressing sort of guy.
Tra-la-la! Fa-la-la!