Winter is coming.
I'm sick. Had a terrible flu since last sunday and yesterday I could barely breathe. I had to go to the HealthCare Center and have some extra oxygen (once again). It's funny how the doctor was so nice about it. She said: "For the next couple of days, If you feel even the slightest unease, come and we'll patch you up again". 13CAD is not a big money for being able to breathe.
Forgot to mention that J bought a car. A cute little Ford Ka. He had a nice sky-blue Nissan Cherry -85, which he loved, but Cherry didn't want to keep on moving, so it had to be replaced. I have to admit that I ended up dropping a tear or two as I was cleaning it up. That car did take us to a whole lotta places. J's dad had the car since 89 and J got it from him in 1998 or something.. It never left him on the road and refused to start only once before it got sick. Now J's Cherry is sitting on one of J's co-workers yard, waiting to be torn down in spare parts. But I like to think that at least its parts keep on moving rather than being put in to box (if you know what I mean..). Lately I've found out that I've started worrying about all silly things.. like I almost started crying when I saw a pigeon with a broken wing. I wanted to take it home, give it a bath and some bird seeds. Silly, eh? That happenes often these days. It has to be a dead tree or a bird or a old plate.. I'm going nuts, I know. Slowly, but surely.