Chillin’
Home again last night to find openly-expressed skepticism about my self-diagnosis of a pathological and debilitating niceness. I disagreed, but was uncomfortable with expressing said disagreement and instead busied myself with dusting and placing flower arrangements strategically around the house where she might encounter them unexpectedly and be pleased with me.
Remember last weekend, when we were remarking (I don’t actually complain about anything) upon the temperatures in the mid-90s? Today it didn’t quite hit 70, and tomorrow it’s chance of rain and high of 63. Global warming, it seems, has a coquettish streak.
There’s talk of heading to Squamish, BC next weekend. It’s a rock-climbing mecca where Mrs. Perils and our son have spent time, but I’ve never been. Nearby Howe Sound looks to have some kayaking potential. I’ll see how the work week transpires.
