Foggy Monday.

Just had a meeting canceled, opening up a brief window for blog posting on this foggy Monday morning. Listening to Sufjan Stevens and feeling the curious nostalgia that his music brings on. I’ve been behaving like a bit of a music addict lately and am finding great comfort on the loveseat between my two main stereo speakers. A sweet spot indeed for letting the music run up one side and down the other – If I turn it up loud enough I lose myself there – a new room every time. Like sex and drinking – distraction from the big real. In need of.

This weekend was odd in many respects and I am emerging from it with renewed respect for my weird little life. I’m out to Ottawa on Wed morning so the next two days will be low-key as I prepare myself for what’s coming. Overall I think I’m sorted out, and I did have a good time dancing with Jeremy and friends on Friday night (though by the end of 2+ hours of dancing on a hazy dancefloor, we were all a little too tranced-out). I had a date on Saturday that was a bust (he wore white running shoes, voted Tory in the last election and beyond that had almost no charisma), and so ended up way over-drinking at the WISE with Steph until closing. Sheesh! Enough of that! At least I wasn’t outrageously hungover or anything Sunday. Just mildly depressed – and the yellow curry with peanut sauce at the Me Kong fixed that.

My plan for Ottawa is to go dry for the duration of the conference and the election. Increasingly I have found this to be a better tactic during elections that count – as even 2 drinks affect my ability to sleep and be functional the next day on top of jetlag and altered eating patterns. Oy, I’m not looking forward to one more flight east at the moment – and I don’t have the clothing for Ottawa in February – but I’ve got myself committed thus far and now I have to complete this cycle win or lose. (And for the record, I have no prediction on the outcome but I know what I have to do to stand a chance).

I’m starting to receive draft letters for Darren’s sentencing from people and I’m hoping there are more of you out there planning to write! We’d like to get these in by the end of February so please talk to me if you would like to see some samples or get more ideas of what to say. My letter is almost finished (needs a little tweaking) and I’m happy to share it with those of you need a little inspiration. I am still trying to figure out whether I’m going to Eugene for the hearing alone or not. If my friend I’ve asked says no, then it looks like I will steel myself for going solo – I’ve certainly done difficult trips on my own before and when I let myself stand up straight I can be pretty tough. We’ll see. It’s still two and a half months away.