Friday was a bit of a write off. I couldn't get bullety. I was over in northern NY to see Mookie Wilson and Bill Buckner at a charity dinner. A fun night of watching and talking ball and watching and talking about NNY. Then Saturday came and went. I was busy with errands, baking bread... and then …

Efficient. Kind. Relaxed. Excellent. It was a good day at the hospital helping the lad get through what turned out to be a far less onerous than feared experience of an eyeball straightening. More nip than tuck, I have spent longer stretches at the dentist. Shades of my two days long medical stays …

That cold I mentioned? Coughing for four weeks? Turned into pneumonia. Unlike Greece, however, there was a known accepted cure. Horse pills. Halfway through the great pharmaceutical experiment, I like big drug a little better. Even in my drugged haze, I found the choices for the best Canadian song …

One of my favorite holidays of the year is the day I take a vacation day to go over to the US and help out with the NCPR membership drive. I have to deliver some prizes for draws given by helpful Kingstonians and these are received with great fanfare... or is it that they are received by exhausted …

Aches. Pains. Grimaces just like in the aspirin ads. I think it's over. It's been ten days. That's enough. I like the idea of the common cold - bundling up, laying in bed. Rum punch and bonbons... well do that, right? Well, it wasn't like that. But it's at least Friday. Sick Friday is better than …

Me and the cat. Happens every year as the family packs up to go a visiting as I stay home and work. First task on my bachelor week was apparently to put a paring knife in my thumb so I shelved all other tasks I had half-assigned myself for the week. The cat didn't. The cat complains. It stands ten …

I don't set the alarm as the house lives on the rhythm of pre-schoolers. If I am up at 5:15 am, that is life and if the stars align like last week and there is quiet well past a sensible hour, that is life, too. Like last week. When I get a string of good sleeps I start to ask why there isn't more …

I could tell you the child's name. I could tell you how and maybe even when the virus shifted from human to human but why bother you with details. But in the end the snow falls outside, Oprah is on on a hundred channels and I got a fever. Fevered, I write. Next week its February.  •  I never knew …

You take the day off to see two power houses take each other on and it is a snooze fest. You take an early lunch to sneak a peak at an unlikely match between Italy and Slovakia and its a masterpiece. Bring on the knockout round. Bring on the need to win. Today's game was like the second period in … read more »