Today, I was reading my mother's copy of "Chatelaine"

Feel the music...

On this cold December night

Weekend out home. Did little except sleep & follow (kind of anyway) the Liberal leadership convention. Watched Ignatieff lose, and make a conceding speech that just blew away what followed. Dion reminds me of a French-accented John Major.

Somehow mamaged to spend the weekend home without touching base with Angie at all.

Feling lonely.

( Blue Rodeo - Hasn't hit me yet )