I would love to be able to stay snuggled in bed on the weekend, but the Cat needs me to get up and feed him at 5 am, and then he needs me to sit in the living room while HE sleeps. If I try to go back to bed he wakes up and complains about it
It’s the type of week where I want to put on an away message for my email not because I’m on vacation but because I don’t have time to respond to anyone.
The apartment building scheduled parking lot snow removal on the same day that recycling gets picked up, in a town with huge snowbanks. Parking on the street was a time.
Six years ago, a man I was going to school with told me about how if he had been in the room during the Polytechnique Massacre, it wouldn't have happened. And I think about that every. year.
I think about how he missed the point and how he couldn't comprehend that the day is now more than a memorial. I think about how I had to explain what happened to him despite the fact that he claimed to be from Montreal. I think about the comments he made about open-carry laws.
Mostly, I think about the audacity of his statement and the fact that he said it on a university campus to two female students. I'll never forget the look that she and I shared as he spoke.
I’m so thrilled that the internet is still not working on a day with multiple deadlines and when I can’t go work from home. It’s just *chef’s kiss* top tier. /s