It's a great time of the year

No snow yet. it's the warmest Fall we have experienced here in Canada. Don't know whether I'm sad about it though. It means that we don't have to climb the mountain of discarded layers of clothing at the front door. It also means that I'm not getting the white stuff down my neck when I, in my desperate hurry, am feverishly shoveling it over my shoulder to get the driveway clear in the morning.

Instead, the kids are still outdoors...not that the snow would stop them, but we can recognize them without the aforementioned layers and they are still playing basketball and skate-boarding. Just try that in the snow.

I will always have the niggle in the back of my mind when work seems to be slow and with one eye on the finances, it can be tough during this time of buying excess (Christmas), but this is going to be the best Christmas ever!! I just want to appreciate my circumstance and the people around me a little more. One thing about life is the stress is a really brutal burglar. It's scary how worrying about something completely absorbs your focus, and leads into a lifelong habit pattern of focusing just on that. Before you know it, you've lost years of appreciating friends, family, and other great stuff that happens all the time.

Day 31

Got really busy in my new venture, and real estate is now premium in this household. My workspace is no bigger than the average bathroom (I mean toilet, bath, basin and narrow trough between)...and come 2:45pm it becomes "rush hour". Kids come home and have to get on their FB account. It's a life-or-death thing...I don't get it. I'm just an adult - and don't understand life's complexities, yahh!

With 3 computers crammed in the previously described space, it becomes an exercise in Twister trying to figure out a workaround. With some deft manouvering and bone-cracking acobatics, my foot is messaging something on some FB account (which, by the look of horror on the kids face as it cranes over my distorted frame to take a quick look, is going to cost me) while another kids elbow is playing havoc with my groin and its butt has crunched my keyboard and irrevocably altered a design I spent the good part of the morning agonizing over...actually, it seems to be an improvement.

As I puzzle over how a random butt imprint could improve my design and the implications of that, and after some brief and often high-shrilled negotiation, order is temporarily restored, and the business of trying to earn a living, and saving the world with "hi...whatsup? ...nthing...u?" has eventually downgraded the threat levels to Code Orange, I can resume the dream. Life is good.