Wow.  So, these days I'm not even sure where I am but today is a day of rest in Calgary and, sitting in Sandy's comfy chair with the computer on my lap, I'm going to try and tell you what's been happening.

February 15 - get shiny new drivers licence.

February 24th to March 4th - Calgary. Rent a car.  Have lovely visits.

March 12 to April 7 - Australia.

May 4 to 8 - Langley, BC. Rent a car.  Smash up said rental car.  Meet my new boyfriend.  Become a Certified Animal Massage Practitioner.

May 26 - buy a car.

May 29 to now - Drive 1000 km to Calgary.

I'm broke.  I'm feeling totally discombobulated.  I'm tired of living out of a suitcase.  Sure, I've had times in between but the weeks after I got home from Aus were just a blurry blur of jet lag and terrible cold.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm so not complaining. I'm just .. done with the moving around after 4 years of doing pretty much f'all. 

I've been working on getting the business up and running, crafting website pages, working with a friend on logos and lettering.  Ignoring my finances.  Fighting with WCB and VAC, still.  I hadn't made the drive from Victoria to Calgary for a good five years and although it's normally a pretty enjoyable trip, the first 5 hours were in a torrential downpour surrounded by crazy-ass drivers.  Harrowing.  And I don't want to drive back. 

The boyfriend, he's a long distance trucker, and I've made him skip his days off so he can drive right back from Montreal, put Miles the car on his trailer and drive us back to Langley so I can head back over to the island - neatly bypassing the need for me to log the kilometres myself. 

And, THAT whole thing is just weirdness in motion to me.  I've never had someone who wants to take care of me like that and while it's lovely, it's also something very hard to get used to.  And, he calls me Princess.

Yes.  That's what I said.  Princess.

I'm currently in Calgary because the fantastic K, who's been battling non-Hodgkins lymphoma since the beginning of 2009 went into hospice last Saturday. 

All of these things are stressful - most of them are the good kind of stressful and I've had a huge amount of support from all of the people around me.

But, there's a lot of internal worry right now and I'm going to finish up here, head home, see a new specialist about my back to determine whether prolotherapy will help to get my legs working properly and try to get a couple days in of just lying on my face on the couch and renewing my soul a little in the garden before I head back to work some shifts at the hospital.

If you've actually stopped in to see what's up in here, please send soothing thoughts and general love to K - and to fishboy, as they both could use it right now.  *mwah*