I am still here with nothing deeply profound to say.
I could speak of the gut wrenching sound I was awaken to this morning at 5:30 which was an odd occasional barking/shrieking/raspy kind of noise in my back yard that the guys at prayer time first though may be a fox, then thought better that it was probably the large cat, or perhaps I should write Cat, that's been roaming the area of late. I nearly asked for a ride to the house after that.
Or I could speak of picking up Hillary in Edmonton in the middle of the night at Denny's where her ride dropped her off. She's with us for the week.
Or the amazingly wonderful Olympic hockey we watched on Sunday with Canada vs. USA wherein I nearly lost my spleen and let go my bladder and watched Canada grow in it's sense of identity. We're still a young nation you realize, and we've not conquered other landmasses, yet. This is the closest we get to that.
But things are just a bit heavy around here, and by here I simply mean me.
Might be from the flu last week or from how behind I am, or the attempts at spring being made outside, I don't know. But I'm just cranky.
Time to grab a bit of lunch and then I'm off to town to catch up on some visits.
I'm still here.