More wind last night, it would the world is taking out some sort of vendetta on Vancouver. We've had, I don't know, 12 major storms this winter. It's getting boring.

I'm huddled by the windows of the bunker peering out, wondering if it's safe to go outside yet. Probably not, but that won't stop me. The sun is out which is a rare thing these days, a gorgeous blue sky. Maybe there's hope for the day after all. Had coffee with a new friend yesterday. These first encounters are always agonizing, trying to think clearly, trying not conceal one's faults, to be "cool". However, often in playing it cool much of the personality is diluted, and that dishonesty comes through. As easy as it is to say, one should be themselves, it's not that easy is it?