Mellon Collie

Every day since I've been back, I wake up hoping to hear the rivers of Pollett's Cove, or the wind rustling my tent (see pic), or the street sounds of Montreal and Quebec City. Sadly, once my eyes focus, I see that I'm back in my suburban bedroom, raised 20 feet off the asphalt on Mount Cole Harbour - fumbling with my cheap Sony alarm clock. My mind is still on vacation, but my stressed and knotted stomach is rather firmly entrenched in the stupid real world - shuttering and knotting even further with every mention of work, or traveling for work, or week-long meetings at remote locations. Work. Pfft.
Somebody please donate a few million to yours truly, and I promise to stop whining. Srsly.

Also - page template is now white. Bright or bland depending on your mood or who you ask. This morning its bland, whereas last night it seemed brighter.