WTL

Yesterday, when I left the National Women’s Show it was simply amazing. I walked outside, and it was beautiful out. It was well above zero, and you could see that on the faces of the people in the streets. People were smiling as they walked in the Market area. Some of the restaurants had tables out on the sidewalk. It was really great to see everyone so happy after such a cold winter.

Today, I went for a walk with my wife and Boing. We walked along the Rideau River and watched as city employees blowing up the ice on the river to prevent flooding. It was probably ten degrees above, and the sun was shining. It really makes one think that winter is over, but as the saying goes, in like a lamb, out like a lion. ;-)

Its past two in the morning, but here I am, coding away on this project. My mind begins to wander as my fingers pound out commands.

Do you know what would be really, really good right now?

Fresh corn on the cob, with butter.

I can almost taste it right now. *I*, he who enjoyes winter is really looking forward to summer, I think. I’ve been thinking about wheeling around on my bike, going for a canoe ride, heck, even sitting in a park.

Of course, there also is camping! I must be tired of being in my office. ;-)

With that I think I’ll be off to bed.

So, its rather early/late in the morning and I’ve been working for a while. My wife is sound asleep. The *Irish Rovers* are singing into my head phones, bringing me back to the days when I lived with my dad.

One thing that has been crossing my mind alot of late is the fact that I *completely* missed out on the Anti-War protests last weekend. I know that my not being there probably wouldn’t have tilted Bush into reconsidering his warmongering ways, but still. Geez – millions upon millions of people in over six hundred cities took part.

But this war is about oil and trying to revive the American economy, not whats right. Don’t get me wrong, Saddam isn’t the nicest guy I know, but its not worth going to war over. If he’s that big of a bloody deal, put a price on his head, or try to kill him. He can’t hide all the time, you know..

Of course, killing Saddam could create a power vacuum in the middle east, and who knows what would happen then.

Her eyes they shone like the diamonds,
you’d think she was the queen of the lands,
And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.

You know, its a good thing that I sing in my head. Otherwise, Bush might decide to invade Canada because we had a weapon of mass destruction. ;-)

Anyways, I just wanted to put something down tonight before I shuffle off to bed.