I didn't tell you about the Germany biking trip, now, did I? It was wonderful.
How about the bit where I no longer live on the farm? No? I don't. I moved into town, though not the same town. I'm in Kitchener-Waterloo now.
And, right, nor do you know about the part where I quit my job. Well, I'm still there, for another while, but I move on September 1. Just like living at the farm, what I had/have was good, but sometimes you leave something good for something that fits better and has more opportunity.
I didn't even get around to talking about some paddling, which I have done. And will do more of.
If I had the energy, I'd burble on about how, lately, everything has been pretty great. And maybe I will. This blog is not dead. Because, you know, I'm going to Greenland soon, and *that* is going to make you jealous, isn't it, and what is the point of having a blog if it isn't to brag about things I get to do that you do not?
And if that is all sickening, I could also tell you how Dr. Turbo is totally right about VWs, even if I won't admit it. But that I'm not going to do, because my car would be hurt and self destruct even further.
There. Update!