My Head is a Watermelon

I get sick every September. It’s happened each year now for six years, so by my estimation it’s officially an annual tradition, much like having my teeth scaled; I know it’s coming and dread until it’s over. Common sense informs me that the teenagers I teach are the source of my illness; I interrupt my…

Soaking Up the Scenery

By the time we dropped the dog off last night, we were rather behind schedule. Part of the problem was Edmonton’s traffic quagmire, intensified by the Friday rush hour traffic; the other issue was the location of our kennel, which left us with a selection of secondary highways that swung us in the correct general…