"Un jour à la fois"

Or so read the label on the extraordinarily refreshing red orange juice this morning, after the pieces of the weekend slowly started to get picked up following a wasted Sunday. The softening haze of time and all that, dignity shattered and left to heal slowly piece by piece with the proper combination of laughter and forgetting in equal measure. Ah, randomness. You have an epic way of commemorating moments, just put it that way and leave it. And put it another way as well, in the words of that Hip song and a new favourite, Escape is at hand for the travelin' man. A night in which that is (re)discovered can never be a bad one. I wonder if anything will come of this morning's message, but even assuming nothing, hard to consider it anything other than a not-bad way in which to leave Halifax for new entertainment on foreign shores.

It also strikes me (as both funny and appropriate) that through all the back-and-forthing of application tedium, once the surprising word came through on an actual acceptance two weeks ago today, it has taken this long to log the fact herein. Much done in that short time as you move along a track destined for Eire, there is much to contemplate. I think a departure from Montreal will suit wonderfully. Why not spend the Labour Day weekend abroad? The dates for moving out all the more perfect, just as you would have hoped last summer when the decision was made to stay on for one more year. Oh my oh my. How the world turns.

Toyed just now with the thought of starting a new blog for the new adventure, but probably will opt to just keep this anonymous journal running. It has suited the purpose well, and no need to mess with a good thing... But an online Guinness tally is probably a requirement, so maybe that is how you change it up. So much to be done, just one more sign of feeling alive, etc. Awesome.