I have been ill for the last two weeks, which is going to colour whatever I type about the first full week of the decade. I am still stuck with annoying roommates (one is hitting pieces of clay with a hammer to make a mosaic as I type), debt, no word on the job interview or CVs that I have sent out (two schools got my application to become an instructor and have a policy of making all candidates wait about six months), and a lack of friends in the city. This is hard. Most of them have moved or have always been easier to reach on Facebook. Another reason to stay stuck on my laptop.
And the good news? My stepfather is out of the hospital. He is the luckiest man I have ever met or known. First time he was in was for his heart (he has recovered); this time it was his blood-sugar level. He will have to take insulin from now on, but he is still here. Other than that, I have a plan to get out of this box. I may head back to Hamilton by the end of spring and this seems like it is on track. No other work is forthcoming and I have no real ties here.
Now, I am off to the library to get something I reserved, back here for some guitar practice (only a Fender Strat without the amp) and then back out for a show I may write about.
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