Today I am feeling more confident and cheerful than yesterday.  I met with a prominent Canadian businessman earlier; he was friendly and positive, and made me some very nice promises for no reason other than that he is a good guy.  The sun is shining, I applied for a job I might really like.  I just had a yogurt, and it was the first one I've eaten in this country that tasted delicious - it reminded me of my beloved Stonyfield Farm.

Tonight we are even going to look at a house.  We are only a little bit in the market for a house right now, considering I cannot be part of the mortgage until I build some Canadian credit (dammit! my credit in the US is excellent, but it doesn't count), and I can't really build credit until I am employed.  But this one seems too perfect not to look at - location, price, everything.

And it is the 24th.  We've been married eight months.  I'll have been living in Canada eight months as of Saturday.  As a legal resident, three months as of tomorrow (hello, OHIP!).

Keen.