Age 55 seems like a nice OCD age to make a change. I wouldn’t change my whole style at 54, even if that is a round number. I wonder if 55 is a Prime number. It might be. I’m super pissed I deleted a very long blog entry just now. A big one,...
I didn’t blog from my subway ride for a couple of trips because my timing was off and the ride was busy. Toronto transit is great but it’s better when you’re not riding at the same time as all the other passengers. School rush hour is earlier than...
Today is the first day I’ve taken the bus where most people have ditched their spring coats or sweaters. Last time I was one of the only riders in short sleeves. But today only the foreigners and homeless are wearing costs. I can see naked arms everywhere and...
I’ve always been good at directions and navigation with a few notable exceptions. When I was visiting Chicago, I continuously got confused about Eastbound and Westbound highway exits because the lake was in the North, whereas the Toronto lake is in the south...
Monday was the night of the big switchover on the stressful work contract I’ve been using to face my mental health and return into life as a productive employable worjer. The weeks preceding have been a strange mixtures of highs and lows emotionally as I...
