It's 8PM and still light out

I miss that. It still throws me off because it's still sunny out when we're eating dinner; I keep thinking that dinner should be later because it's not even dusk yet outside, but it's still past 6.

I had a dream last night that it was sunny and summery warm, and going outside feels like you're stepping into an oven. But without the crispifying. An orange kind of day. I wore sandals and my toes were happy to be free and wiggly. Meh, today: sunny and sandals. Two out of three ain't bad. 25 celsius would be nice but 14 is good too.

Woke up in a foul mood for some reason, no idea why. Wandered around the used bookstore for a while, got a newspaper, Matilda and some Kit Pearson. Still mystified by bad mood, went home, growled, retreated into room, came back out, watched curling and suddenly felt better.

Epiphany: Curling is wonderful to the extent of being a mood elevator.

I love Ferby. And I'm enjoying the hockey strike. Seriously, it's been a wonderful thing: good movies on CBC on Saturday nights, full curling coverage, less silly beer commercials, etc. Muhar.