Winter is Coming

This morning the first tendrils of Winter were knocking gently on my window.

“Go away, Winter, we don’t want any,” I said. It did not listen.

The night before had been a bowler’d affair, helping theatre patrons listen to stories on a tablet that informed their viewing of the theatre to be seen. As for the show? If I don’t think too deeply, I like it.

Leaving the stage behind us my ears told me that in no uncertain terms should I be leaving them naked. I apologized for their pink embarrassment and continued with my journey.

What else? I must find a place to type that is not next to a sleeping person. It is obnoxious. I must also soon make some eggs.

Eggs are, after all, the promise of the springtime after winter has come.

Nothing too exciting, just a stretch of the fingers

Here we go with a new blog adventure!  Hello friends, I have missed you. What is new? Well for one, this transmission to you is being sent from the loveliest of new homes, Canada.

Yes sir, folks and lizards, I am now a permanent-style visitor of the metropolis of the north, Toronto, Ontario. Or, as the locals call it, T.O.

Or T-dot.

Or Hogtown.

I like Hogtown, but then again I’m partial to pigs.

What am I doing with all my time? This is a good question. At the moment, the internet is taking up too much of my time, and the amount of Real Work™ (PS, alt control t, remember it!) is not what it should be. Perhaps I can ask my nifty landlords if there are yard projects to do.

 I also should create an office space. This might require an air filter and a bit of organization, but the current arrangement of my digs makes me conflicted. Beds are for relaxing, not working, and yet the only chaired work station is… occupied.

At this very moment, I am writing this not to stretch my fingers and my mind, so I can delve the chewy bits of a script that is due on Monday. Wish me luck, there’s lots of gristle about!