Soon I will join you, Timothy!!! (on the shelf that is, hopefully not in death)

Today = fantastic. I woke up early and to my surprise found myself walking through the bitter cold towards downtown. I was like a travelling minstrel, except instead of a guitar I had a laptop strapped to my back, and instead of hopping the train as it slugged through downtown I kept on and finally stopped at Williams. Damn, their hot chocolate tastes GOOD when you feel like you have ice crystals in your blood! I stayed there as long as I could, writing like mad (hooray!), until I lost my booth to all the brunchers who had just gotten out of church. I think I'll know true success the day that I'm writing in a cafe and all the other customers are digging through their bags for that book that they're currently reading, the one that just hit #1 on the Globe and Mail's bestseller list, because they swear that the woman at that table over there, the one with a whipped cream mustache, she looks just like the face on the book jacket.... and no one would dare ask me to leave my table, in fact that table would be like the organist's parking spot at the church on sunday morning: everyone knows the rules about leaving it empty.

Eventually I ended up at the liquor store (is that a surprise?) where I lingered in front of the Autralia reds, puzzling over the difference between Cabernet/Merlot/Shiraz, finally settled for the one with the nicest lable. I've been explained what they all mean a million times but I never retain the information, probably because I'm too busy salivating and wondering how many clean wine glasses we have at home.

Then - I marched home, curled up on the big comfy chair, and spent the afternoon reading with my main squeeze all snuggled warm beside me: