Happy Canada Day

I'd postulate about what this means to my great country (Claris, stop laughing hysterically. We have universal health care, remember?), but since I dozed through every history class (Canadian history) that I ever took -- I haven't got a clue.

I do know that Fort York is a restorted 1800's fortress in the heart of Toronto and you can go there to see cannons go off. Duds of course. (How depressing.)

Anyway, to all my fellow Canadians kicking back on their ass with that sign of relaxed contentment that has to do with "Statutory Holiday" -- I salute you. I have to go into work.

The Landlady-from-Hell got frisky last night. And not in a good way. Around 4:30, she and her psycho-dog got up and started dropping god knows what all over the hardwood floor in her bedroom. Which happens to be above MY bedroom? Yes, it did wake me up. When it sounds like the roof is going to cave in above you, some defensive survival instinct does kick in.

I made a point of making noise going to the washroom, and then came back to turn off the quiet little alarm clock and set the big offensively LOUD one. Tit for tat and all that rot.

Anyway. Work. We had Monday off instead of Tuesday. This daunts me not. I'll go in, work the morning and leave for the afternoon. There is some upside / downside to all this. Upside: Today -- no Wench. Downside: Tomorrow -- Wench is back.

And now that I've rambled on in a pointless way (because I CAN), I shall hie myself away from the dreaded machine and do those arcane things needed to make me look both festive and less Australopithicus afarensis.