It's now been thirteen years since the Stanley cup was home in Canada. I don't care as much as I could. But I'm gonna miss our hockey and nacho nights.
I'm still a little sore from our hike up the mountain (no my Saskatchewan friends. It was higher then your idea of a mountain). It was the best bad camping trip I've been on in a while. Ever slept at thirty degrees on a sharp rocky surface? But it was kinda fun.
I'm going on Katimavik. At least if my medical and criminal records pass the test. They should unless being perfect in disallowed. Nine months with a random bunch of people doing random work in random places. God, I'm hoping you'll take care of that for me.
But I still have a lot of months of this life to go. It's a good life. I like it. I'm just about ready to do something else though.