We got 91 mm of rain* over the weekend. It was kinda nice, besides feeling a little trapped inside. I went out this morning at around 7:30, and it smelled positively fertile. It reminded me a lot of early mornings when I worked at the campground in the PEI National Park.
Lisa brought Paige home from the hospital yesterday. I know I said she's healthy and that's all that matters, but the icing on top is, she's a really beautiful kid.
Today, the Malibu (affectionately named Stacey) that we've (meaning Dad) leased for the last four years went back to the dealer. I'll miss having access to my own vehicle. Now I'll have to change CDs when I borrow Mum's minivan. Hot poo.
New movie review that I'm particularly excited about.
New Linque du Jour. Clapboard Jungle, the movie review site to which I contribute, is moved to my OCD links.
*Jackie has informed me that this is a Biblical amount of rain. My source? My father. Perhaps he said 9.1 mm, not 91mm. What am I, a quotiologist?
P.S. Ugh. I just got an email from the same above-mentioned uppity know-it-all federal worker (you know the sort) informing me that Charlottetown only got 37mm of rain this weekend. Happily for me, I don't live in Charlottetown, I live in Stratford; Epicentre of Deluge Deux.