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.