Halifax in late summer...

...Is surprisingly cold. It's a pants-and-long-shirt day here, with low-hanging, scudding clouds and little occasional drops of rain. I'm having a bit of an inward day, having just read 'Blankets' (absolutely fabulous graphic novel about first love, growing up in a fundamentalist Christian home, and winter in the country) and having to face the realisation that my comfortable summer groove of life (in Kingston, with Catherine and Brier) has ended and I must go back into the world of school and worry about the future and my awkward attempts to continue to influence QCF now that I am no longer president.

I realise that my mood is entirely influenced by these thoughts, plus my continuing tiredness and the rather sad material I've read in the last day or two (Palestine, by Joe Sacco, and Blankets). On many days, a rainy, cloudy morning would make me happy with the thought of hot tea, a blanket and a good book.

I know this isn't a long-term mood because I had a great day yesterday. Geoff woke me up to say the pancakes were almost done (the best way to wake up, in my book), Geoff and Meghan and I went shopping for food, and then Geoff and I embarked on an afternoon tour of Dalhousie, Halifax downtown, and the harbour. We didn't do anything other than wander around, but just seeing a new city, getting situated in it, and watching an enourmous container tanker come in to the harbour to unload its cargo was great fun. My feet ached by the time we got on a bus to get home, but returning to unread comic books, a cat who was rapidly becoming comfortable with me, homemade pizza, and a very bizarre little computer game called Katamari Damacy quickly made my blisters fade into the background.

I also know this isn't a long term mood because I feel better just typing this all out. And just realizing now that I've managed to type this whole post on an ergonomic keyboard which, yesterday, felt like an alien being under my hands, determined to thwart me. Take that, new technology!