I am sure I'll spend a good portion of the time we're there doing very little, but if the weather is good I'd like to get out and see people, if anyone's around.

Most peculiar Mama...woah.

It has been a really long time since I've blogged.  Weeks.

I just haven't really felt like it.  Lots going on, and I'm putting most of my energy into work right now.  I'm still learning the biz.

There are a couple of things I've wanted to mention though.

I'm pretty upset about the idea that Canada's policy on dual citizenship might be changed.  I'm not very excited about the idea of giving up my U.S. passport.  But I very much want to vote in the country in which I live.  Canada's great, really.  There are problems everywhere, but I feel safe and welcome here, whereas by the time I left, I felt pretty uneasy in the States because of the current administration.  I just can't imagine not being an American citizen anymore - it's always going to be where I was born, where I grew up, where I learned how to be a participating citizen.  Good training for a place like Canada, where it seems there's an election every five minutes (it's just my timing, really, but there have been three campaigns since I've been here: national and provincial, and the municipal election is in a few weeks - plus the whole Liberal Party leadership thing).  And maybe one day I'll need to be there again for longer than six months.  Maybe our situation will change and we'll move back.  We have no plans to do that, but we have the freedom right now, in particular being just a couple without kids, to go where we are needed, or where we can find work.

What else?  Hmmm.  I don't remember.  Can I say that I'm extraordinarily jealous that Joey has probably just about landed in Boston and I have to stay here and work, and not go to dinner with my parents tonight like he is?  Hrmph.

Book club Wednesday.  We are reading a book I have loved for a decade.  I wonder how the others feel about it.

As I just wrote to a friend born on the same day I was, it's been half our lives since sweet sixteen.

These days I look at birthdays as more of a badge of honor than something to dread.  Sure, things aren't perfect.  But screw that, I made it, and I'm still standing, and I have Joey and great friends (though I miss my Boston ones) and a job.

So, happy birthday to me, and to Dave, though he was born a year earlier than I (actually the friend I wrote to about sixteen is the person who introduced us - weird no? many many many moons ago that was), and hooray for us.

However I've chosen to come to work today, since I can't quite fast (colon troubles make fasting a painful and otherwise uncomfortable proposition), and since I came in early to open up, I'm taking a wee break to write.

I just wrote a post on stress and realized I had to delete it.  Oh well.  Just take a look at this and see what you think.