Hello, my lovelies. How are you this evening?
I had a long day. This will be a short post. I had my first Toastmasters meeting this evening in several months. It went well, very well actually.
Patricia has her 25th anniversary thingy party tomorrow. She has 25 years of service with the provincial government, and they think that this is important enough an event to throw a party for all such people across government.
Late in the morning they will have some kind of meet and greet with the minister of her department. I presume there will be food of some kind. In the afternoon, at the World Trade and Convention Centre, there will be a meet and greet with the premier of Nova Scotia for all the folks who are marking 25 years of service. I will be Patricia's plus one.
I am in my... 22nd year of service. The years have flown by. I have gone from someone who was in his late 20's to a guy who's 50 and feeling it. I hope that I can make it to my 25th year of service. Sometimes I wonder.
We are off on Friday. Probably off to the cottage to do some more staining of the deck. We plan to go there another couple of times this year before we shut the puppy down for another year. Two days there without a high definition television will be a challenge. It really makes a difference to jump back and forth between HD and SD. I know you don't care.
I sent off my latest column to Frank this afternoon. The activities I outlined above will keep me too busy to spend time on the column on Thursday. Once again, I know you don't care.
I got my hair cut today. It is nice and short. Patricia was not happy that my hair was longer and more beautiful than hers, so she put her foot down and I had little choice but to get it chopped off. It is short, but still beautiful.
You don't care.
Neither do I.
See you tomorrow.