Another day that ends in Y.

Hey all! Now, I'd love to say that I've been tardy with posting because I got The Call, or because I've been so busy working out that I've just been too tired to be witty. Ummm, no, sorry, that's not the case. There was a fair bit of time there where I had been busy riding my horse and getting over some issues I had with myself, but that's not been the case of late. I did have a sinus infection and was very preoccupied with a growth in my throat, but that seems to have gone the way of the doodoo bird. I hope. That was so utterly annoying, and preoccupied most of my thoughts for the better part of a week.

I did rid myself of some excess baggage and feel wonderful for it. Baggage of the human kind, that is. I needed to close a door before another could open, as it were.

Mom, child and I had an out of town wedding to go to up near Renfrew, and then spent some tourist time in Kingston. Very nice town. We went on the haunted walk, but sadly didn't see anything. Not that I was expecting to. By no means did we see all there was to see in Kingston, but enough to know I'd like to go back someday.

I don't even have anything horribly poignant to say either at the moment. I'm in total vacation mode. I slept in until 11 and I have to say, I'm giving serious consideration to laying down for a nap.

I have been reading though, even if I've not been writing. I just finished Diana Gabaldon's Voyageur, Evelyn Vaugh's Something Wicked and am now reading the Da Vinci Code. Yes, believe it or not, there is one person on the face of the earth that's not read it. I have also been doing some studying of my tarot deck.

So, as you can see, my life is horribly exciting at the moment. Not. And I'm kinda liking it that way.