A Taste of Spring
Joel’s Journal - January 28, 2018 - Volume 3 - Entry #28
Waking up in London was sudden.
It was one of those wake-ups you see in movies, usually after the person has a bad dream.
Their eyes are closed, completely out of it, and then boom, they’re in a sitting position, looking around like they’re trying to follow a bouncy ball as it careens around the room.
My wake-up was something like that.
Perhaps it was the beer the night before, or perhaps it was odd hours of sleep (going to bed at 2 a.m. is tough when you usually wake up three hours after that).
However, the rest of the day went a lot smoother.
We cleaned up, left London and headed straight through Toronto to Whitby for an afternoon/dinner at M’s parent’s place to help celebrate her dad’s b-day.
I have to admit I was half asleep all day, and even as M and I grabbed groceries on the way home, my brain felt like it was trying to push concrete through my mind instead of thoughts.
Things were moving slow.
The warm weather certainly helped though. Stepping outside to a plus-10 temperature when you’re starting to get used to -20, is something special.
It’s like one of those moments after you’ve been dealing with a really bad cold for a long time. There’s that one day where you realize that you’re on the mend and you start to feel better. You have a little bit more energy and you can feel that things are starting to take a turn for the better.
These warm reprieves in winter are like that.
We know that winter isn’t over just yet, but it’s that reminder that if we just hold on for a few more weeks, things are going to start to turn around for the better.
Well, maybe longer than a few more weeks, but, regardless, a man can hope.
Anyway, I’m off to try and get a good nights sleep. Tomorrow is going to be mayhem with interviews in the morning, writing throughout the day and council at night to wrap it all off. I’m expecting at least 15 hours of work. It’s going to be legendary.
Thanks for reading,