Halloween ends and the countdown begins. Thirty days in November and twenty-four days until Christmas Day.
I am sick and tired of getting stoned.
I will admit, publicly, that almost every day for the past few years I have been getting stoned, and I am unlikely to ever quit unless I get some help.
The scenery of Alberta is at its most colourful in September. Hues of green, yellow, gold and orange, all set off with brilliant blue skies.
I recently installed a small wood-burning heat stove in my cabin.
It quickly takes the chill off and the crackle of burning wood, punctuating my thoughts, is a comforting and unobtrusive noise to work by. It is like having classical music playing low in the background for the creative person.
I suppose many of us occasionally suffer from a case of Buyers Regret. By this I mean that emotional sense of remorse, or guilt, over making some major purchase and then later suffering the anxiety of post-purchase blues.
