Weird Weather (for me, not for this city)

As I wandered around today in a long-sleeved shirt, sneakers, and no mittens or hat, I realized that Vancouver really is in a totally seperate zone from the rest of the country. I hope no one east of the rockies will hate me for this, but I walked down to Kitsilano Beach today and walked barefoot in the sand and put my toes in the water. Sure, it was bone-chillingly cold water, but still. It's the middle of February, and my Canadian season-o-meter is freaked out. Enjoying the sunshine and warmth and lack of slush/snow drifts, but freaked out nonetheless. And I had a sudden urge to point out to my Swedish friend that Vancouver, while Canadian, does not represent a typical Canadian experience.

I also re-acquainted myself today with the substance addiction that is preaching. From all accounts it went pretty well, and while I was terribly nervous before and during my sermon, almost as soon as it was done I wanted to do it again. If that's not addiction I don't know what is...

In other news, I've successfully spent most of my reading week not doing the reading my professors expected me to do. However, I got a lot of other things done, and the lovely Brier visited, so I'm not too unhappy with my progress.