Indiana Jones is going to be released on my Birthday. I thought that was kind of funny since I used to adore the whole set of movies and wanted to be an explorer...without having to eat monkey brains of course.

As I approach my thirty-third birthday, I'm not thinking so much on age rather on where I am and what I am doing. Before coming to the Arctic, I thought I would have a 3 or 4 year plan. Excecuting that plan will become more difficult as time goes one. Especially the big parts. I keep things under wrap in the event the plan changes. Plans always change.

The past two weeks have been tiring, and the travelling to get back to Hall Beach was draining as well. But I'm finally back in my new home, about to enjoy a cup of instant coffee (that I made too strong accidentally) and two slices of raisin toast. When I got home, I grabbed a can of pop, drank it while I unpacked then slept for 12 hours. I haven't been able to sleep in for weeks and Saturday was my first day off....most of which I spent in bed, reading.

I leave in another two weeks for a short vacation sort of thing. I'm flying down to Northern Ontario (that sounds so funny when I say it) and renting a car, visiting the parents for a couple of days, then driving to London where I will bask in the hotness and (hopefully) shop my brains out.

Things are muddy and slushy here, the ocean has not come in any closer since I've been gone and all the things I left in my bedroom are exactly in the same spot. I did feel as though I were coming home. I was happy when we landed, I was afraid we might not because of the town being fogged in for a couple of days, but no, we landed just on time.

So, that's the little update on me for the past couple of days. Back to my movies and some more coffee. G.