Having a nice skinny vanilla latte, a large one at that, to help the day go by. Mmmm such a comforting treat, every once in a while.

I still believe Starbucks is the plague (as Mark in Vancouver used to repeat…) but, to soften the blow, it’s served by our own Pearson coffeeshop team. We’re a bit of a captive audience here, it’s either Starbucks or this dark goop they call “coffee” which comes out of the Flavia machines on every floor. *shudder* Ian reckons you can clean your engine using that stuff…

Already thinking of the glass of crisp cold Chenet waiting for me when I get home, and the weekend to come.

Now, I’m praying the railroad workers won’t spend Saturday night serenading us with jackhammers and drills again. This time, I’ll be the one to scream to them to shut the f*ck up at 4am. They were at it again last night, which nearly caused us to grab the duvet and go for some sofa-camping, since the lounge is on the other side of the apartment, away from the noise. Thankfully they stopped after half an hour… Either that, or I slept so deeply, I didn’t notice it anymore. Might explain why my brain feels like it’s been jackhammered today…