so long, cook

It seems that my days as a Cook Street Village outskirter are coming to a close. The neighbourhood granted us really nice final weekend of dwellership, with its get-togethering at our place and potluckery down the street. There is still next weekend, though I presume that it will be dominated by packing and cleaning. For December we will be alternating between living in the shadow of Mount Dougy (at Shauna's parent's house), on the sunny beaches of Mexico, hunting for 'partments in Vancouver and (for me) 'chilling' in the snow-speckled city of Saskatoon. I have given notice at work and I welcome my forthcoming unemployment. It will be a well deserved respite. The promise of change is invigorating me and that heathy pinkish-hue is returning to my skin (and to my old blood-thumper {heart! [a metaphor!!]}). Things are good.