The Bloody Doors Off

For a cottage with four people, it is deceptively quiet right now. Coltrane and Maddy are on their phones, Marlo is having a shower. Auggie is snoring. And I’m at the keyboard, with a separate tab open on CP24 News. The dishwasher is running, but it too is very quiet. (It’s got ‘silent’ in the make, so there ya go.)

This sense of relaxation is what I missed at the cottage we rented back in August, and I’m not sure why that is.

We’ve discussed an afternoon trip into town to get a few groceries, and check out thrift shops, and maybe a CD store (if it still exists) for C, who is quite obsessed with them right now. I’m just happy to go along for the ride.

I’ve got two jobs in my inbox, for the start of the new year. This pleases me, as December was a debacle work-wise.

Don’t know what we’ll be doing for New Year’s on Friday; chances are, with Omicron, most events will be cancelled. (Not like we’re the adventurous type either. Quite frankly, I’m happy to avoid crowds for the most part.)

I’m happy to be writing again, even if it’s meaningless drivel for the blog. I most certainly didn’t like the block for the majority of the month.

Anyway, I’ve got nothing else to talk/rant about.

Until next time.

Be excellent to each other.

But maybe cut down on the partying until we get a firm grip on this latest Covid-19 variant.