My weekend is over.
Friday morning I rented a storage facility here in the city. I went from there to the Valley house, where I stayed over night.
Friday night, I called the son of a man who was murdered in Halifax long ago. He is tentatively amenable to speaking to me as long as his siblings are on board, too. If they are not, then I am in a bit of a pickle.
I returned to the city Saturday morning, putting some stuff in the storage facility that I had rented the day before. I went to the Mission Mart nearby and got a wide screen computer monitor for seven dollars. They put the price sticker right on the screen. I had to squirt just a bit of WD-40 on it. After about 10 minutes, the sticker peeled off.
In the afternoon, after a quick nap, we went to downtown Halifax. Patricia was taking a calligraphy course at the NSLC on Clyde Street, and I had some research to do at the library.
My research was very successful.
I was able to get a good photocopy of an excellent article about a long-ago murder in Halifax,which had been written about in a supplement to the Toronto Star in 1971. They won't make a PDF for you, just paper copies. I scanned in the document last evening, so now I have a really good PDF of that old article.
This article was part of a series on vintage unsolved murders and missing persons cases. Against all odds, the library had the other four parts in that series. I have photocopies of all of those articles.
After Patricia's course, we had dinner at Mexicali Rosa's. Fajitas. They do a good job of them there. We returned home. I did the scanning in that I mentioned and turned in for the evening around 10:30.
I didn't really get up until noon. And, by 1:30 or so, I took a nap.
Today was one of those days when I was going to do a lot and did very little indeed. Now, now, here it is 10:30 and I am facing the end of another weekend and a return to work in the morning. Where do these weekends go?
I am off my sleep pattern like crazy. But I really should make an effort to get yet more sleep.
See you tomorrow.