From a failed post-by-email Friday morning;

It is currently 7 am in Halifax and the temperature is currently 6 degrees celcius. The sun is not yet even peeking over the horizon, and there is no snow left on the ground. We slept with the bedroom window open all night and hardly any cover, and all was fine. The bedroom wasn’t even chilly this morning.

We’ve cooked actual meals together for three days this week, relying on leftovers on tuesday night. That night I had something of a stomach flu and didn’t feel up to eating anything more interesting than plain pasta. Side benefit of the cooking thing is that if we plan properly, there is food left to bring for lunch the next day.

As a break from the kitchen, we’ve picked friday night as a time to buy prepared food somewhere. If nothing else, maybe a little structure like this will give us a way to talk, maybe provide something of a foundation to build on. If nothing else, it’s a good use of my time.

I saw my first syringe on the street today. It wasn’t the type of rig that is so common in Vancouver, with the short, small body, short needle and the orange cap. This one would have been easily twice the size, with a needle about a centimeter in length.