I'm currently sitting in Hava Java in beautiful, sunny downtown St. John's. Cathy may well kill me for the description, but it's a lovely day, I have good food and a lovely chilled beverage. I'm not saying it's perfect, but there is something to be said for it.
The flight went about as smoothly as I could have dreamed. I actually arrived 20 minutes early and was flying Air Canada, so clearly the gods were looking out for me. I had my bags and was out of the airport by 10:30, the time the flight was supposed to land. My parents both looked good, although mom was being mom.
"Come over to the car, I have something for you," she said.
So I dutifully go over to her car.
"Here's some fresh bread, a litre of pop and some orange juice, in case you need some food."
"Ummmm, mom. I am staying with dad. He does have food. Plus, you know, I do have money. I can buy food."
"Oh, I know. But take it anyway."
Moms. You gotta love them.
I even managed to get home and catch the last hour of the VP debate. I tried to watch some of the prime minister's debate, but every time I flipped over, they were yelling at each other. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Palin did fine. I mean, I wasn't expecting her to start drooling or pissing herself. I haven't read any of the commentary online about the debate last night, but she might have finally staunched some of the bleeding of the past three weeks.
As for what's next for me, well, I'm going to bumble around downtown for a couple of hours, just to reacquaint myself. Then I might catch Ron Hynes, who is playing at the Rose and Thistle tonight. I passed up hundreds of chances to see Ron when I lived here, now I can't think of anything better than to see him play tonight.
I spent the morning dealing with the comics. I am well and truly fucked. It's much worse than I thought. 25 boxes, each one holding anywhere between 250-300 comics. Oh, plus two 75L Tupperware containers holding graphic novels. And I have to whittle this down to a manageable level. I have them lugged upstairs. Next, is to get some new boxes to replace the old and ratty ones. And then the whittling down begins. But it looks like it will be more work than I had hope for.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a sunny day to go out and enjoy.