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Now that it’s March, I can official start complaining about winter, right? I can’t wait for spring-like weather, and (technically speaking) there’s only eighteen days of winter left. Unfortunately, I live in Nova Scotia, where spring starts sometime in May. The rainy season, however, is nearly upon us — huzzah.

I just got home from work, which was blissfully brief. They’ve created a new position with shifts that are only four hours long; basically, the entire point is to provide coverage for other people to go on their lunch breaks. I worked from 10:30 to 2:30, suffering through the joys of workplace renovation. After months of discussion, they’re finally re-organizing the main desk area, chopping the center counter space down to about half of its previous size and generally just opening the place up a lot more. It’s definitely coming along, but I’m getting sick of “Wet Paint” signs stuck on everything and the smell of industrial strength glues. It’ll be nice when everything goes back to normal.

Anyway, the current plan of action is to get something to eat and then find something to do tonight. Janet and Pugsley are going to Prince Edward Island for the weekend, and they’re leaving at 11 tonight, so I’ll probably spend the evening hanging out down there while packing and preparation ensues. I should, of course, be doing something school related, but since when have I ever done the logical thing? I like to live dangerously.

So, on that note, I’m off. My inbox, after all, is empty.