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Well, it turns out that there won’t be any grand adventure in San Francisco. I’m still not completely sure how I feel about it. A little bit sad. A little bit relieved.

I guess now it is time to focus a little more here locally in the here and now and figure out what will be happening after this project.

There are certainly things that I would like to do on my current project next year. I’m not sure if they will let me, but I need to do them for my own sanity.

At the same time, a new project could also be interesting.

Life is busy. Life is crazy. Life is always changing. Opportunities have been coming at me from all directions lately. That’s my life. That’s the roller coaster.

This time the roller coaster is a two-seater though. It moves a little differently. There is a lot more at risk than in the past. It is both scarier and more exciting at the same time. There’s someone to share it all with

This weekend I’m heading out of town for some meetings. It worked out kind of well. I’m going away while Holly is away with her Girl Guide Troop on a camping trip.

The meetings could drastically change the near future of our lives. Nothing is ever final until it actually happens of course. Is that vague enough?

I am both looking forward to and dreading the trip. I’m not a big fan of flying. Planes aren’t quite spacious enough for my liking. I especially dislike it when I’m jammed in the middle of a couple of people.

Of interest is the fact that I arrive at my destination about five hours before I can check in to my hotel. This is too bad because I’d love to just hole-up in the room and study. You just can’t study too much. I could also use some sleep. I just can’t seem to get enough of it lately. Too much burning the candle at both ends.

Today I ended up sleeping in. Apparently Holly had come in a couple of times to try and wake me up and I just slept through it. I will say that it adds up fast. That, being the lack of sleep.

I still haven’t found a groove that fits since moving. Both of us have been pretty tired since moving in together. We get up on her schedule and we go to bed on mine. That’s a solid 7am-Midnight+ day every day. Those days don’t tend to have much downtime either.

We were remarking over dinner last night that we couldn’t remember the last time that we just had a weekend to ourselves when we didn’t have something that had to be done. This weekend is no different since we will both be going away.

Next weekend we were supposed to have a get together. Finally invite some friends over to see the place and how it has changed as we merge our things together. It looks like we are probably going to postpone it though. We need that weekend of rest.

Of course, the stress of everything going on hasn’t helped much with sleep. What would it mean to move again? I am a restless wanderer. Traditionally I have never stayed anywhere for very long. I do know that I want to someday though. I want to stop and settle. Plant some roots.

I know that in Holly I’ve found the woman that I want to spend my life with. I just don’t know if I’m at the location that I want to live my life. I guess you could say that, in itself, is the answer. Things rarely tend to be so simple as to have such simple answers though.

I am going to miss Holly this weekend. Tonight will be the first night since we moved in together that we won’t both be home. It will be my first bit of time alone at the apartment. I hope she has a great time this weekend.

Today has been what the natives call “One of those days.”

I got to work today and went to pick up my bus pass, only to find that someone else had already come along and picked it up using my name. You see, now that’s just cheap. Why on earth would an employee try and steal someone else’s employee discounted pass? It is a redefinition of low down dirty scoundrel.

Initially they told me that they would have to investigate it and find out what happened; and that they would get int ouch with me soon. So at that point I was thinking very unhappy thoughts to myself. I splurged for the three zone pass which is a bit pricy. I figured since we get tax breaks on them now that it would all work out for the best.

So noon rolled around and I hadn’t heard anything back yet. I went back down to talk to them, as it is true that if you want something done right you have to do it yourself, oh, and you have to badger the bejesus out of people too. They couldn’t figure out what happened. In the end they are going to send someone out this afternoon to go pick another one up for me.

So thanks to the generosity of the company trying to help the employee’s with discounted transit passes, they are out the cost of a pass. If this kind of thing were to start happening often, what would there motivation be to continue offering it?

It really does only take one bad apple to spoil a basket.

Now some thoughts on the second round of the playoffs:
1) Will the Canucks ever play the full 60 minutes of a game?
2) Where did this Ottawa Senators team come from and what did they do with the pods?
3) Can this banged up Red Wings team take down the high flying… err, fast swimming… Sharks?
4) Holly damn! Look at those Rangers go!

At this point I would have to pick an Ottawa vs Anaheim Stanley Cup Final. Hockey doesn’t need that. They need some teams that people like, watch, and most importantly, have heard of.

I would have thought that most people have heard of Ottawa, but the other day I was watching “Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?” and they asked a woman what country is north of the United States, and she got it wrong. It’s a great show. It’s amazing to be reminded of how much I once knew that I have now forgotten or deliberately pushed aside to make room for more important information.