Happy Canada Day, bloggish friends.
I spent the day - happily - with the Peanuts. I remember the Days of Yore when I would head to the Big Downtown and party it up with half a million strangers, culminating in a walk of days back to the car and a sleepy drive home smothered in yawns and residual feelings of giddiness. Now, in my advanced years, a day spent with five chattering boys and the cutest little girl-peanut in the world was exactly what I wanted to do.
One of the wonderful things about coming home after filling up on Nut-ness is the drive. There is a long straight approach over and down the escarpment to the lake and it's that view that - every single time - has me offering up a thank you to the Lord that I get to live in this place. Tonight that drive was lit by the biggest, pinkest sun I've seen in a long time. It was a stunning sight.
Today wasn't entirely about getting my ears talked off, however. I did manage to spend some time with Gamel. Well, another character in the story of Gamel, actually. A very rough count has it at about 700 words.
Day one: done.