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I know, gentle reader, I've been away for a while.  No, I haven't forgotten you just seems that life has gotten in the way (or the weather has finally got to me).

First, the weather.  In the 10 years that I've been home, never, not even ONCE, has my spring prognostication gone so horribly off the tracks.  Remember I said a few weeks ago that spring was in the air?  WRONG. As in EPIC FAIL.  Jesu Cristo, last week we were in the deep freeze, more seasonal type temperatures over the weekend, only to end up back in the deep freeze all week.  Saturday and Sunday, seasonable temperatures and then back in the deep freeze starting Monday.  Forecast highs next week of -16*C.  Global warming, my ASS!  Somebody, please make it stop!  Has the weather finally got to me?  Yup, 'bout to go nuts here.

Did myself damage yesterday when I was packing the groceries in to the house.  Instead of taking my boots off with every trip out to the truck, I just left them on and when I was headed across the kitchen to put the last load on the counter, the snow on my boots caused a slip-and-fall.  Both knees blown up and black and the same with my shoulder that hit the corner of the counter on my way down.  Damn it, that hurt.  When I finally caught my breath, I got up and let the girls back in, it was definitely too cold for them to be out for much longer than they were.  Actually, it was a good thing that they were outside; if I had fallen on one of them we'd have been headed to the vet!  Funny how I don't bounce like I used to.  Was sore enough this morning that I didn't go to work (I know, bad girl) but once again, I don't have anything pressing on my desk and the lads were ok with it.  One of them even sent me a text that said "You know, slip-and-falls are a sign of old age."  Cheeky bastage.

When the bills started coming in in January I couldn't figure out why I hadn't paid any of them in December and then it struck me.  Duh, I paid over $700.00 for my glasses, no wonder 'the cheque got lost in the mail'.  Do I like them?  Not really.  Searching for my focal point while I'm on the computer not only annoys me but it makes my neck sore by the end of the day (and also makes me look like a snob, looking down the end of my nose).

Moving to the city has kinda turned into prob'ly one of the worst choices I have made in the last few years (aside from my last live-in, who cost me a ton of money).  I've already told you that I don't do well in traffic to begin with, and dealing with it every day, twice a day, is not a whole lot of fun.  It used to be that I had a chance to take my 'work hat' off and put it on the passenger seat on my way home, but now not so much and I find myself leaving it on and taking out my frustrations on the girls.  Even if it took me three hours to mow the lawn wth a riding mower, I miss my great big yard.  The night-time quiet and dark are sorely missed.  If I'm really careful and at the exact right angle, I can look out the window of the ensuite and actually see 3, count 'em 3, stars at night.  The best part?  STARS air ambulance soaring overhead or even better, the cop-chopper flying around in the middle of the night.  I really miss having the little horse around, she was a real card (even if I don't miss the feeding and watering ritual that goes along with it in the winter).

Finally, from the Op/Ed pages this morning:  (regarding public sector workers having a 50% wage increase over the last ten to fifteen years more than private sector workers)

How true (and sad) is that?