The Bloody Doors Off

I really don’t have anything tonight.

Enjoyed a chance meeting with a friend on the SRT on the way to meet my brother at the Lawrence East station, as well as hanging out with my family over at Wayne’s in Oshawa. My family is so passionate over football, you have to wonder sometimes how I’m related to them. I root for the New Orleans Saints but that’s through association with the city itself. When I was in my early 20s I visited during Mardi Gras and it never really left me.

I should go back sometime.

It’s quiet in the apartment at the moment. The roommate is out and the kitties are resting up on various spots of the couch (and computer chair). I’m sure they’re just waiting for me to go to bed so they can pin me down. Mels’ favorite spot is between my feet and Izzy without fail will rest on my lap (if you can call it that when you lie down). Hannah usually ends up on my side. Inevitably each night I’ll wake up enough to want to roll over on my side and it’s a production number because they’re still there. And once I do extricate myself, Mels is right behind my knees.

What I miss right now is a view. My old apartment may have faced other apartment buildings but at least I could also see the sky. Having windows at ground level offers pretty much zero landscape.