Friday night I had vowed to clean up my house, and despite the fact that Mary, Gus, and Nick went out and did something that may or may not have been fun, I stayed home and bloody well cleaned the house. Exciting. And, believe it or not, it’s clean. Needs a bit more work, but we’re almost there. I even filed all my paid bills and receipts and stuff that I’ll need down the road for some reason. Makes me wish there was an alternative to filing that involved a scanner and a computer, but right now that’s not an option.

Saturday I got up late and did a load of wash. Then off to Burlington to go bike riding with Nick. We went all the way down to Lakeshore and watched a bit of jazz. I have become convinced that I need a mountain bike as well as a road bike. And some maintainance stuff for both of them. Watched the Bourne Supremacy. Pretty good movie. Better than most of the crap out there right now. Had a payphone conversation with a certain female. Went home. Finished reading a bit of “Mere Christianity”. Also working my way through “The Flying Inn” by G.K. Chesterton. Interesting, if confusing. Had a bottle of Sleeman Honey Brown. Distictive, but perhaps a bit too smooth. A bit weak perhaps? Better than generic domestic — so’s drinking toiletwater — but not by a whole lot.

Sunday I got up late again: the beauty of having church at 2:30. I haven’t been to the Presbyterian church in a long time. We out biking in the Mississauga Greenbelt, only to find that it ends at the 403. But you can bike the whole way down the thing. Lots more cement that you’d like to see, so there’s probably a lot of lime leakage and stuff like that. Still, it’s a greenbelt, and that’s better than nothing. I think. Went to bed later than I should have.

Also! This week is non-electronics week! Of course, here at work, I have to use them. But at home, with the notable exception of my alarm clock, car, and phone, there will be no electronics in use whatsoever. This includes all three computers, the PS2, the television, the Palm Pilot, and the Remote Missile Launching Station. Oh, right, the last one was fictional. This will be a very hard week. I will also only be available from 7 - 6 every day via email.

I’m already starting to sweat and shake.

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