Hockey Morning (No Kissing)

I was up at 5:00 and I turned on the TV to watch the US/Canada hockey final. Well, I didn’t watch it, but I turned it on and listened to the play-by-play while I lit the fire, fed the pets and did morning chores. I wanted Canada to win because I’m Canadian, and because my distaste for all things American made me want the USA to lose. The other thing I noticed is that I kept thinking I’d see Mr. Sexy, François Arnaud in the dressing room shots.

Saturday was fine. I got a lot of work for SPACE done and we had good walks. It rained much of the day, but it was light, and the temperature rose. This morning, it was not bitterly cold when I went out to chop and fetch wood. There’s no snow in the forecast until the end of the month, so I think this Winter has been a wonderful one. Two short snow flurries that didn’t stick, and no storms, no power failures. That’s the kind of Winter I like, especially as the daffodils are starting to bloom already.

I’m still loving The Pitt, but I’ve watched all the back episodes, and now I must wait for the coming eight Thursdays to see the rest of season two. It’s compelling television, still, I’m moving more to reading and writing in the evenings. I seem to be tiring of movies. 

The other night, I had a mild manic evening. I thought I had a terrific idea for a project, and I spent the entire evening writing it up and writing an example of the kind of story that would be the essential part of the project for participants. However, the next morning, I was not interested at all in doing it. 

I’m seriously looking forward to the day. Two of my favourite vloggers post today, and I will do more SPACE work. It’s tedious work, but I really enjoy having something practical to do that will serve Aidan and SPACE well. And when we walk today, I’ll be wearing the new Winter shoes that I bought yesterday. I wore Winter shoes all this season. I had no need for boots ever, so I’m very keen for more mild Winters.

Canada just tied the game at the end of the second period. I teared up. My condition makes me vulnerable to tears, but I was elated for Canada and all the Canadians so hooked on hockey.