Regina and Rosaline

Well, I'm back from the city of the queen and let me tell you that I missed her muchly. It was really nice to see friends and family once again. I hope that my return in a couple weeks will be just as excellent. I took just shy of 2000 photographs and made some great headshots for people while I was away. This necessitated the purchase of a flash, which is also excellent. The trip and the wedding were both resounding successes. May Rob and Dionne enjoy their blessed union until the end of time as we know it.

Now I'm back in Vancouver for the improv festival and I am happy to be amidst the creativity and the resulting juices. I hope to wean a thick amount of inspiration from the group and use it to rejuvenate my spirit. Here's hoping the well is deep and plentiful and that I have the opportunity to drink it all in despite a hectic week at work. I am filling in for Andrew, the Britt from work who is on vacation. I'm doing his job and parts of mine and it seems to be a fuller day than I am used to, but I will survive with extra gusto gained, gleaned from the great group off groundbreaking improviser guys and gals.

But I must sleep - I am sure my typing is keeping Jayden up, he is trying to sleep on my couch and I have no door to shut and keep out the clatter of keys. But he is not my difficulty this week. My Rosaline is in town and she is every bit as unavailable as she was for Romeo. Too bad about that. Really, too bad. I could hold her like no one else. But hey, what can you do - timing's a bitch ain't she. So, I'll just clam up and let the pearl grow, one day I'll give it to her. One day.