My life doesn't mean much these days - yesterday my goal was to find out just how long it took to walk around the Stanley Park seawall (1 hr 45 m).
I'm sure my new job starts in about a week, but until then I am rendered to my own company, and the company of those I see on a near daily basis, whom I don't need to have an especially real conversation with because we already know what each other have been up to. I like that, the silence. It's like being with family. Mind you, I am starting to get restless and am in fear of getting a bit depressed.

I haven't left the house at all today. I had to shut the radio off, CBC was driving me absolutely mad (gas prices are through the roof, Jian interviewing Shania Twain).

I baked a coffee cake and cleaned the bathroom. I read some, and changed twice in preparation for leaving the house at some point.

I had a bath. I steamed peas and ate them with butter and salt. I made hot chocolate and drank it by the spoonful as I did when I was little.

Tomorrow's a whole new day.