It's Monday - and I feel somewhat sluggish.
Saturday - I did laundry while Leah went and bought some stuff that she needed for her trip to Cape Breton. In the afternoon we went to Andrew's to record some singing for the Their Shallow Valley record. There were quite a few people there for some singalong anthems. It was ridiculously hot, with the airconditioning/fans off (too noisy) and a bunch of people in a little room near the top of the house.
Afterwards we went to Anne and Joel's for dinner.
On Sunday we got up really early to go to the airport. It was rainy and grey. After a cab ride there (expensive and fast) and a TTC ride home (slow and cheap) , I took a nap for a couple of hours. Afterwards I went to the Green Room for breakfast. If that place has one thing going for it (and it does), it is the insanely low price of breakfast.
After church I stopped by Blockbuster on the way home. I randomly rented The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, knowing absolutely nothing about it. Turns out it is the true story of a guy who had a stroke and ended up being able to move nothing but one eye. He wrote about it, dictating by blinking to an interpreter who would recite the letters of the alphabet, in order of frequency of use.
The book he wrote was the basis for the movie.
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