Last night

Can a person have regrets about a right decision?

Why do feelings never correspond quite so neatly with reason?

Why do they call that stuff liquid courage? I never seem to get anything but anxiety from the stuff.

Home now. Those long scenes with the hobbit waving to each other, exchanging gifts, are over.

Maybe I too can be like Sam McGee. Ring Bearer for 15 seconds and then go home to wife and hearth and everything can be as normal as the seasons again.

Nappers

Nappers!

I had a long discussion with a friend the other day about how I dislike people who nap.
Serious problems.


Well, Boston Globe, i guess you're making me look like a mule.

Finch Station

I haven't been to Finch Station for awhile. 39 Finch East is the bus of my youth. Almost everywhere I need to go starts off on the 39. Yonge and Bloor, North York Center, Fairview.

They switch the platform for Finch and for Steele. The old arrange never made much sense. But I was used to it. Now that they rationalized it, Ialmost got lost. Ten years, and I almost got lost at Finch Station.