These humble, nearly pathetic, words emanate from my netbook, which is connected to a free wifi spot across the street from the Saint Cinnamon outlet on Provost Street in New Glasgow. I just finished drinking what is perhaps the best cup of coffee I have ever consumed. If I had not just eaten breakfast 90 minutes ago, I'd be ordering some victuals off the menu. Life is good.
For those who are keeping score, I decided to "take a nap" last night around 7:15. The next thing I knew, it was midnight. I got up for a few minutes and discovered Patricia asleep on the couch, threw some cat treats at Cindy and Newbie and returned to bed. I finally got up to stay around 8am, more than 12 hours after I had decided to "take a nap".
We arrived at the cottage around 2:15 Friday afternoon. Much to our dismay, the asshole neighbour next door had deposited some logs on our side of the property line, apparently destined for a woodchipper that is on his side.
I have written about Mr. Dumbass before. I make allowances for certain types of people, like the ones who were dropped on their head as children. But there is a special place in Hell reserved for trespassers, the people who don't give a crap about private property and feel that the world is open for them to go wherever and whenever they want. I just don't get it.
As someone tweeted me last night, I can't let this nimrod ruin my vacation. We are here in Pictou County for 2 weeks and 1 day. We have plans and Sgt. Numbnuts will not destroy them for us.
Later on today, Patricia will hie herself to River John for the Read by the Sea event, where local authors read from some of their works and pose for photographs with these writers. I will probably hang back and prepare dinner for us both and perhaps even watch a dvd containing material that Patricia won't want to see. I still haven't seen the remake of "Dawn of the Dead" and it came out years ago. This will be a good opportunity to see it.
You guys have a good day. I love you all.