Monday Morning

Driving to work there was a light dusting of frost on everything, like icing sugar on a gingerbread house. The exhaust from cars is visible, and at more than one traffic light I was stuck behind an old desiel pickup truck, spewing out its toxins. The smell of deisel seems thicker in winter, you cant see it but it overrides all your other senses. It doesnt choke you, but your breathing becomes irregular and shallow. I slowed the van down to a crawl, hoping to get behind its draft, and luckily he turned down a side road. The rest of the drive was automatic, and without much memory. I must have slept funny last night, a kink in my neck. I think I left my foam pillow on the sofa, and tried to compensate by stacking a couple older pillows in its place, definately not the same. The office is pretty quiet this morning, as it is most monday mornings when our managers meeting gets cancelled. Rick is still in Penticton, and it being a short week time is spartan. I am hoping that today, and for that matter this week, will be a re-organizing week. If all goes well our tennant in the east bay will be moving out, and I will have the extra space for contents. If this does not happen I am sure tempers and nerves will get a little short, as space around the shop is at a premium. This weekend is a long weekend, with Rememberance Day being Friday. I am hoping to go to Banff, either to snowboard, or simply for a roadtrip. I need to get away from Calgary for a day or so. Need to see the Mountains or the Sea. Anything not fabricated by men. Something to remind me of my smallness, and mother natures greatness. Yes I think Banff would be the perfect spot, and if I am lucky enough I will be accompanied by another of natures beauty's. Awe how sweet am I ;)