"Life is, and is not, a gentle bore."

So:

1. Lying on Vanessa's bed listening to Moonshiner, I ask "Was this your song?"
She answers, with tremendous bravery, "It was his song, I think."

2. Holding hands with a dear dear friend on a wednesday morning, I remembered us doing the same in Saskatoon while an enormous flock of bohemian waxwings took flight the morning after it rained. This felt different, but not jarringly so.

3. Swaying with Vanessa last night while a band from our hometown played at a tiny little country bar, I felt like I was home. Then I started worrying about where home is, if there's more than one, and where I should really be.

4. I finished Microserfs and it was perfect.