And The Living Is Easy

I feel rather like Virginia Woolf today; an apartment of one’s own. Katherine moved out on Thursday, and cut off the phone and Internet access that day as well. So I will be periodically door-crashing her/Jordan’s/Wulfric’s/Graham’s apartment to post this and get a few other things done on the interwebs. Apart from that inconvenience, I’m sort of enjoying the simultaneous onset of summer and of Jessica’s Solo Life. I think both of these will go well. Summer is bearing down on us with extreme alacrity. It has broken 20 and 25 Celsius in the last few days, and the city is breathing a collective sigh of relief after our snowy, horrible winter. Not that the snow is all gone; it is still hanging around like a spare numpty at a wedding or whatever that expression is, coated in dirt and cackling quietly to itself. I see it from the bus window and curse it under my breath. Not that the change of seasons is all good; I have my traditional Spring Cold, and have been spending a lot of time this week lying on the couch using my disgusting mucous membranes to make noises like “mnuuuuh”.

This Wednesday at lunch I participated in some civil disobedience, because the CBC is changing all of its programming in September to include more of the light jazz and pop music that we so desperately need to hear. The security guards did not kick us out of the building lobby, though they clearly wanted to.

Eye of the Tiger

Today was officially the first run of spring, after a winter spent cheating on running with capoeira, and hot damn did I have fun. My route took me to the canal via the Experimental Farm, where I ran through various disgusting melting snowdrifts. It was prime dog-walking time, so I greeted a variety of our canine friends. Running dogs! Sauntering dogs! Hyper dogs! Fetching dogs and strolling dogs! Big and small! Hairy and sleek! Everywhere dogs! It was very exciting. I was probably really slow, but I had a great time and managed to push myself a little for the last 2km without running out of juice.

One note, though: if you are running, you probably want to avoid having your music player shuffle to Simon and Garfunkel's Patterns: "Like a rat in a maze, the path before me lies/And the pattern never alters until the rat dies". Eerie!