Update

I've been gone for a week, first to Toronto with seamus and then camping with dad and all of those folks. And I'll just say that a week off feels like two days, and a week on feels like a month.

Its my first day back at work and I'm getting that feeling. I know I have to work, and work hard. And I need money, and I need something to do. I just would like to stay in the reverie of the week for a few hours longer.

Toronto was a blast, I think I showed the lad a good time. Lots of sangria. Oh and I ate some shark, ha, take that.

Camping was just great- it was the peace I've been just itching for. In the city when theres sound its a grey scale of motorized nonsense, electronic hogwash and a constant hummmm. In the woods I forgot to discern sounds for a little while. Its great to realize the few sounds you're hearing is the collective voice of a forest. A cicada, the crickets, a woodpecker, the poo-tee-weet of the birdies, the crashing of the waves, the wind through the tree tops, crackling of a fire, sounds of children on a beach making sandcastles and always, always trying to divert the lake water into the beach upstream. We found clay and I slathered it on a rock, took bits from the wilderness and tried to depict my surroundings like an organic painting. I also learned there's nothing wrong with my flip flops when you only have to amble along at the slowest of paces. In the city they're no good for trying to keep up, and they add to the racket.

Im not done with that peace. I can't imagine another howevermanymonths stuck inside a city that buzzes and roars and spits toxins at you.

I read that the pocket bikes are being banned across north america because of safety issues. I think this is incredible, given that SUV's aren't being treated the same.

Now I miss seamus, I'm back in ottawa and have nothing to greet me but my dreams and projects. Im not complaining- its all exciting and has to get done. I could just use one of his embraces. Somebody hug me.