Oh yes...

... I forgot.

Finished kids' book number three yesterday, and have begun work on numbers four and five.

The firecrackers are already being set off throughout the city today (Monday, for non-Canuck readers, celebrates Victoria Day -- a national holiday where we celebrate our age-old ties to the British monarchy by getting stupidly drunk and setting off fireworks. Popularly known as the May Two-Four weekend... "Two-four" is also a Canadian colloquialism meaning "case of beer.")

Two women in my neighbourhood were injured today, according to the news. A tree fell on them.

And a friend is likely being shipped overseas for a number of months -- which could prove interesting as she will need someone to watch her child. It seems that since I am self-employed (read: Hannah obviously has nothing terribly important going on), my chum is hoping I will stay in North Bay for a large chunk of time (read: months) and spend some quality time with the lad (read: cook meals, clean and ship the little guy off to school and various extracurricular activities).

It's something I have to consider carefully (read: I won't be able to freelance much while I'm there, which could put a damn quick halt on my writing career).

Think I shall head out for a nice long watch at the beach.
Hopefully I won't be set upon by groups of firework-wielding thugs.