I have naught but six minutes of material left to transcribe in the Dan Barton interview. Some 19000 words and counting. Well over 40 pages, single-spaced. Not much will be cut at my end, either. His answers are spot on and not at all rambling, just long.
We're off to the cottage after work tomorrow. We will collect the cats and boogie there, returning with great reluctance Sunday evening. By that time, my front and back lawn here in Halifax will be so long that city officials will have little choice but to order me to cut it before that family of pygmies decides to take up residence there.
I went for a nice long walk through my new work neigbhourhood during my lunch hour today. I am resigned to being there for a while, perhaps a good long while, so I may as well get used to it. There are plenty of nice restaurants and other places to piss my money away. One thing I have noticed is that prices are lower at most of these places, too. Downtown, they soak you for every penny they can and then complain when you don't come back again. Here, they seem genuinely glad to have your business.
Already, the coffee shop where me and the boys sip java every morning has noticed a nice uptick in business since we started working up the street last month. I counted 15 of us one morning this week; we occupied nearly every chair in the place.
I guess there are worse places to work than North end Halifax. I mean, at least it isn't ... Dartmouth!
Man, if they had moved us to Dartmouth, I don't know what I would have done. Gone on stress leave. Die. Pray for a debilitating disease to strike me. Anything would be better than working there.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.