Well, dear friends, this may be the final post for a little while. It's 9:05 in the morning and I have already made the long trek from the Fort to Vancouver, city of fog and rain that kind of hangs in the air, taunting you. And I will be heading even further north, into the heart of the Yukon. To do what? I don't know. No one tells me anything about the actual job.
The flight in was all excitement and butterflies and a grumpy 20-something next to me with cool clothes and cool glasses and cool technology, who visibly winced every time I blew my nose and coughed. Jeeeze, take a breath. Now I'm choking down a blueberry scone and Chai Latte served by a cheerful Starbucks flunky. And an apple that tastes like cardboard, for good measure.
There are 6 other people on the plane with me who are also flying to the same place. I may know them. I may make a friend. Wouldn't that be cool?
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Also, if this poor laptop manages to make it through the summer, I will be greatly surprised and pleased, considering the wear and tear I put it through.
