I’m a commuter again. Sad but true. Especially after everything I said about those poor cottagers, and how lucky I was… nya nya nya nya…sigh. I am back to driving down to Toronto, either on Sunday night, or dark and early Monday morning. Then driving back up Friday night. I hate it. I hate everything […]
Month: May 2018
Well this is a little embarrassing
First I start a blog to celebrate living up at the cottage. I make light of the fact that I’m “between contracts.” That I might be heading toward eating cat food to survive as “I’m still between contracts.” I call myself the oldest millennial in the world, getting short gigs, sleeping on people’s spare beds […]