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As I’m typing on my laptop, which, oddly enough, is on my lap, I look to my side and see a remote control, a cordless phone, a Blackberry and an iPod trailing down the couch.

Hello, first world!

The great thing about ferrety eyes was they never changed from being ferrety, so you couldn’t read much there.

– Bill James, Pix

of a woman walking down the street wearing a heavy brown dress, patent  black boots and a fir-trimmed hat on a 32-degree day.

Not poetic, just crazy.

Though I didn’t intend to be quite so participaction, I’ve logged quite a few kilometers since Tuesday. Tuesday night I walked to the library. Wednesday night I walked to Melle’s, then over to Barleyworks, then back to Melle’s and then back home. On Thursday, Melle and I walked to Victoria Park, and then that night Melle, Andrew and I walked about 20 minutes each way for fireworks. Then today, Melle and I drove out to Cambridge to walk a trail by the Grand River.

In summary:

- Tuesday: 5.6 km

- Wednesday: 8.5 km

- Thursday: 12 km

- Friday: 12 km

That’s 38km+ in 4 days. Tomorrow, my feet shall rest.

“One woman’s airport bookstore,” Tipsy scowled, “is another woman’s beautifully paneled library.”
Windward Passage, Jim Nisbet

On the way back from Scotland, I was in need of some additional reading material, so I bought Alison Weir’s examination of the fall of Anne Boleyn. Melle commented later that I don’t really get the principle of airport book shopping.