I'm not dead!

Just busy. So, so busy. And tired. That may have to do with the two-and-a-half hour commute each day (take that, Statscan!) to Cornwall.

I will post something soon, perhaps about the automatic revolving door I encountered today (upgrading the standard revolving door is kind of like deciding the guillotine isn't deady enough) or about how I actually heard the following exchange the night Italy won the World Cup:

Teenage girl hanging precipitously out of car: Italy won! Yay!
Disaffected hippie-type: I don't like sports.
TGHPOOC: You're ugly!
DH-T: So are you!

Actually, there's not much more to say about them, so I won't. And since this has sort of kind of turned into an actual blog post, I can go missing in action for another two weeks without suffering searing pangs of guilt. But I won't. Because I love all of you. If any of you are left.