Grrr. I've tried fifteen gajillion different openings for this entry and none of them work. So I think I'm just going to plunge right in with 'it was a dark and stormy night'.
    Grrr. So I'm feeling a trifle homesick, see. I hear that it happens to the best. I never quite got this way at the University of Guelph, but when I was there I knew in my heart that I was only really about three hours' drive away from the place where I'd grown up. There are days when I'm here where this place (Wolfeboro, no I wasn't trying to be coy) feels like it has my @home set on it. And there are others where I'm fully conscious of the Very Very Long Drive (or Even Longer Train Ride) it takes to get from Here to There. Even if I didn't necessarily ever use it, suddenly the option to make a casual trip back to Windsor is gone, and it ain't comin' back until such a time as the economic climate is safe for me to search for something closer to 'home'. So check back in around 2025, 'cause I understand that's when we're expecting a recovery.
    On the other hand, we had a beautiful warm rainfall last night. I got to open my bedroom window and just watch the rain bounce under the safety light, while a nice breeze filled my room. I love warm spring not-too-urban breezes. I'd bottle them and sell them for a penny a pop if I could, just to spread the earthy goodness. There can be no bad in the world when there's a gentle rain and a soft breeze, unless both are caused by a distant Grabboid explosion.

    I'm still trying to get my writing up to speed again. My problem isn't really a lack of ideas; it's a lack of throughput. I have ideas aplenty rambling in my head, but when I work all day coding with a computer, I start to feel so much less creative while on one. But I am managing to trick myself back into the writer's fold. So we shall see.

    You've all been great. Enjoy some free poi on your way to the next link.

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