It’s 2:01 AM as I’m starting this post.
We’re still here; in Toronto. It’s getting mighty cold. I’d really wished we wouldn’t be here this winter – no matter what I wanted to be gone. Guess things never really do work out as planned (or hoped).
Either way, we’re more ready this way. Our plans are going to eventually happen, even if we are nearly a year late in executing them. It’s okay, I suppose. Though I’m dreading the next few months of sub-zero temperatures and blackened snow slush.
Not fun at all.
I’ve taken the time to order a nice, warm jacket by Columbia. Waiting on that to be shipped. Should be here sometime early this week – Tuesday morning hopefully. We’ve sold our first house, but I’m still anxious. This worries me a bit.
Thomas is outside smoking his pipe. He paces out by our window (which faces the garden). Every once in a while I see a flicker; him relighting his pipe. I wish I could stand to be out there with him. I have no idea why these temperatures affect me so much.
Looking forward to getting on a plane and landing far, far away from this place. It’s long overdue.