~ Here ya go, Joanie ~

Everett's auntie Joan said she hasn't seen a picture of him looking "normal" for some time, so I set him to work taking a snapshot of himself last night. He wasn't too thrilled about having me in the photo too but I thought hey, two for one, what's not to love?

Last night I slept on that little loveseat you see behind us in the picture. It beats the office floor, where we've been making our bed for the past week. Scott thinks he's got the water stopped from coming in the basement now, so maybe we'll be able to move back into our bedroom one of these days.

Diana, thanks for the encouragement to continue reading Villa Air-Bel. I will. I am. It scares the hell out of me, though, I have to tell you. Just seeing what people and governments did lays such a beating on my optimistic perspective on what humans are.

The poplar leaves popped out yesterday, woo hoo! That early green is my favourite colour, I think.

I don't have much to say. I visited my favourite numbers-man yesterday. I have to pay a few hundred dollars in federal income taxes this year, because I was too tardy to get my ass in gear and find out sooner that it would have behooved me to buy some RRSPs. I'll know better next year. It seems strange to me that someone who earns an income I thought was considered below the poverty level would have to pay taxes. Obviously I've been wrong about what that low-income level actually is. Oh well. I always tease people who pay income tax that "It must be nice to be making enough money to pay taxes!" Now it's my turn.

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