Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

It has been a thoroughly lazy week. Yesterday I got my nose to the grindstone again a bit, thanks to Kelly coming over to work on law with K&E and me, but I've still been spending more time staring at walls than usual. It's taken me forever to get stuff done.

Choir concert last night wasn't bad. We screwed up mightily a few times, but hey, life's tough in the aluminium siding business. And then it was out to East Side Mario's to sit about for a bit, playing the trivia game (Emily won, for she is decisive and clever) and eating food and drinking at the eternal spring of iced tea.

There was a very interesting bit on the CBC just now about a Catholic parish in Peterborough that is undertaking doctrinal reform all by its own self. Cool.

Today is a big day of Work because tomorrow I am going to see Ignatieff speak in the afternoon and then I am hoping to go listen to Notl's boyfriend James' band, the Red Light Saints, at Zaphod's. Thus, there is much to do today. And so, I bid you adieu.