Sunny Friday.

I found out this afternoon that I have a workspace waiting for me at the institute where I was hoping to work just outside of Victoria – which is the last major hurdle to working on the island, and one I was holding my breath over a little bit. The Information Management Director was good to his word, and has managed to get me co-located with his people over there – which means now it’s just the details that need to get worked out.

I bought him a decent bottle of red wine as a thank-you which seemed appropriate given how important this favour is to me (he was nicely surprised by that – bureaucrats don’t often buy each other thank-you gifts).

Because I don’t have much to say this afternoon beyond the fact I am feeling pretty damned good at the moment, I leave you with this strange picture my dad sent to me yesterday, drawn by a friend of his of a DFO boat he used to work on back in the sixties (the Comox Post). You will note the details in this photo, specifically the cutting knife attached to the front of the boat (used to kill basking sharks) and an actual likeness of a shark about to be cut. My co-workers thought this was quite good – definitely a weird fisheries thing.