Summer Days

Thus it was that today was my last day of Freedom Week. It was made of bright sunshine, of clear if cool water, and of nothing short of a three-hour workout.

Tomorrow, I'm back in the office and the notion is kinda hard to grasp. I haven't thought about work once in ten days and so it feels like I've been away for a month. I think it might come back to me once I'm there, but for the moment, it's very distant. Maybe I forgot how to take the train. Maybe I forgot the address. I most definitely forgot 90% of my passwords.

I wanted to go see a movie but "Pirates of the Carribean" has not opened yet and I'm saving myself for it. I hear "Superman" is worth seeing and I like Kevin Spacey but it remains..."Superman". It's the kind of movie I would go see with my brother. But my brother moved to Vancouver JUST so he couldn't go to the movies with his little sister. That's how he is, you know.

I can be intensely social or intensely anti-social. This week was an intensely anti-social one and I didn’t call or write to a single friend. Although I love them to death, I’ll never tell them enough, I was quite happy in my own little world. Social life, like work albeit more pleasant, resumes tomorrow.

And since bare feet, a wet bathing suit and a wet T-shirt are probably not deemed an appropriate attire for this workplace (then again it depends who you’d ask) I’ll leave you to go iron a few things.

Hasta luego ninos...