The End of the Cruelest Month

It's been a good month. Sure, the weather pulled 30'C swings in temperature, coupling snow days in the same fortnight as 80'F humidity, and (once again) putting snow on the ground within three days of the aforementioned 80'F weather. But that seems to be par for the course in Ontario, so perhaps we should just stop complaining about it and live with it.

We've had war and peace, happiness and et cetera. And now that it's over, we have a summer to look forward to, with finales for :Buffy: and :Angel: just topping things off. This is the real New Year. This is the time we can see the renewal happening. A new season is beckoning, and I have ambitions. I want to walk more of the Bruce Trail this year. I want to write, and I want to finish the Trenchcoat Farewell Project. And just maybe I'll be able to do all of the above.

April may hold Erin's and my birthdays, but I'm glad to see it part. Bring on May and the Victoria Day weekend!

Oh, and Canada's tax deadline is today. Erin and I owed this year. But that's life. And, besides, Erin and I got something else very important in return.

Good news, by the way, on Erin's poetry front. Wolzak and Wynn have been very pleased with Ghost Maps and are going to go the extra mile to promote it. The promised book tour has been extended, and Erin might get a chance to see the Maritime Provinces. The only drawback is, it's in November, and I probably won't be able to go. But that's okay. There will be other book tours. Maybe even one for Rosemary and Time...

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