Here I am at my brother's home. Not much has changed. If anything, the lack of movement on his part results in a negative motion. It's the difference between velocity and speed.
I've been down to Kingston to see my best friend and her collection of sons, my godsons. We had a blast, a short blast, but a blast worth having. I was more homesick in Kingston than I am here in Ottawa. I miss Kingston more. The life you want vs the life life handed you.
I'm driving a Smart car, which is a blast, and it's doing fine in the extreme winter.

My asthma is ragged from the tree pollen at home, but here in the great white north it's being exasbated by the cold. I'm surviving.
I loved Kingston. I went to a Frontenacs game and watched them polish the ice with the Sudbury players. I caught a couple of fights on video; I was just trying to track the action. I also grabbed a video of the zamboni dance, my supervisor wants to drive a zamboni.
I am missing the spring flowers of home.