i miss the sun.
i just got back from a week in barbados, and not only is it cold outside, it’s quite grey. yuck. i miss waking up at 8 AM and walking straight to breakfast in shorts and sandals, then hitting the beach or the pool or a 50-foot catamaran with a drink in my hand. i don’t miss the 5-hour flights there and back, nor the inevitable sunburn.
the silver lining: the raptors and the habs both made the playoffs, and i’m back in time to watch them.
jesus, marney’s married.
jesus, marney’s moving away.