Today it got cold. Well, cold for Vancouver means we had frost overnight, and that there was still frost in shadow. Tonight when Alex and I were coming home from the pub, we could see our breath and it was kind of nice to feel really cold, not just that in between cold where you get bundled up and then are really hot and usually it’s also damp. It was like winter cold, that you feel in your eyeballs.

My plans for the rest of the night involve hot chocolate (homemade, with a bit of cinnamon) and reading the rest of “Promise Breaker” by Chris Adrian.

I have a ton of writing to do, but tomorrow.

Except for this: You have got to to be kidding me, Peter McKay. What a douche.