Thumbnail: Girl outside Compact Music
Thumbnail: Bakery sign
Thumbnail: Rockstar Jeff with his bling
Thumbnail: Julie peers into a furniture store
Thumbnail: Zaphod Beeblebrox night club

So the next two weeks are:

  • a walk by the river with Frédéric, Misun, and their two boys
  • four Tai Chi classes
  • a hair­cut with Jeff
  • table ten­nis with Dan at the uni­ver­sity, then back to my place to watch Constantine
  • Victoria Day long weekend
  • a tat­too appointment
  • a ses­sion with the therapist
  • lunch and a movie with Aaron

Not includ­ing the work I need to do on my lat­est photo project for the next show. I’m also sup­posed to catch up with Naveed at some point in there; he’s hav­ing a pool party for his lat­est invest­ment prop­erty. I got us some cig­ars because he’s a new father, which I’ll have to do for Aaron as well, since his first (a boy) is on the way.

Busyness seems to come all at once, leav­ing me bewil­dered. Never a bit here and there.

Then all of a sud­den, I’m alone for days at a time, won­der­ing what hap­pened and where every­one went. It’s a strange flux that goes from one extreme to the other.

The goal becomes a bal­ance of both. That way, the soli­tude is a wel­come change from the over­stim­u­la­tion and vice-versa.