I'm actually surprised at how long it's been since I posted...I didn't
"think" I was gone that long, but apparently I have been!

Things got pretty insane over here.  I got a full time job, instead of
working 4 part time ones trying to make ends meet, suddenly I'm doing
half the work for twice the money.

And a month later I find out we're moving halfway across the country
to Dylan's new medical residency.

Suddenly--while working full time--I have to clean out 4 years of crap
from this apartment, while Dylan is gone on more training out of
province....

...and then my beloved car drops catastrophically dead.

I spend my spare time buying a new car with the money my grandma left
me.  Dylan comes home, and is informed he is the proud step-parent of
a 2006 Cobalt named Howlback.

Now Dylan is in Ottawa getting us an apartment.

And while he is gone, he forgot to shut his dresser drawer, and we
suffered an attack by The Sock Taliban (a branch of Al-Qitty).  In an
uncalled-for act of terrorism, his socks (and boxers) have been
scattered across the bedroom and down the hall, by someone who is
exceedingly irritated at the fact that he's here a couple weeks, gone
a couple weeks, month after month, and now he's gone again.

Nocturne threatens to do worse if he doesn't stop it soon.

--Fil