I’m told that the humidex today makes it about 44 degrees celcius outside. How entirely unpleasant. Good thing I’m at work in air conditioning.
It’s the long weekend. I always forget we even have a long weekend in August… it’s like this token holiday for no actual purpose except to get a long weekend. Not that I’m complaining, I like long weekends.
Tomorrow is the trek up North to New Liskeard for a wedding. It should be a nice wedding, outside at the family’s cottage, the groom is wearing a kilt… everyone keeps going on about the fact that he’s wearing a kilt. I asked what the bride was wearing, and no one has a clue. This amuses me somehow.
In other news… I like it when Adam’s at home far more than when he’s not. I tend to get angry at little pointless things a lot less when he’s home. He’s like a big cuddly mood stabilizer.
There’s a murder of crows circling over a building across the street from where I sit. It’s a little creepy, and pretty cool at the same time.