Think before you act. Not me.

I love the impulse. Makes me feel like a woman. So anyway, I've gone and bought a ticket (so that rules out refunding it or giving it away since Air Canada doesn't allow that) for London. And there wasn't enough left over to buy the horribly cheap ticket to Amsterdam since I'm supposed to be there 1-10 May. I was busy checking all the sites, trying to find the lowest fare for the best value and couldn't really decide between several options when, and here I am almost certain that these companies check how many people are looking into certain fares, all of a sudden there is a sharp increase in fares from Vancouver to London. One moment its $628 or $653, or $678; then the screen flickers, stills and reloads with the new fare of $818 - all before taxes. Amazing. It's not like the staff suddenly got a raise, or the food's gotten better, or the petrol as rocketed up in price to warrant an across-the-board increase like that, but there it was. The dirty new fare staring at me in the face. Perhaps Air Canada was just the last of the major (if you can call them that) airlines to boost its fares for the heavier Summer air traffic. But now I was faced with more expensive fares everywhere I looked. And for some curious Germanic reason, Lufthansa fares are 3000 odd dollars for the same trip. Fuel must really be worth that hairy aryan arm and leg there in the Fatherland...

Oh, lets back up. The reason I had all the time in the world for this nonsense, is that I stayed home today and didn't go to work. Bad boy. But I have the strep throat and the little spots are making their prescence felt there at the back of my throat and I caught myself sounding very hoary and old, in talking to Diane Bernardin at the village credit union. If I was doing over the phone, I'm sure she wouldn';t have doubted that I was in my fifties. Anyway, I also went and bough Quicktax, but somehow am missing my T4 for the IRB. So, bugger it, I may have to head into work just to do that as I want to get my taxes off in time this year, unlike the previous 2 years. Anyway, there's more that needs doing, and now it's getting late again. I won't be drifting over to Gillian's photos even though there is something drawing be there. One of the miniatures of her in profile looks like a head on an ancient bronze coin. Not a bad fascimile of a young Queen on a coin either. Anyway, let's see what new horrors the morrow brings my way.

That's the fourth time I've said "morrow" in as many days.

Totally and utterly bonkeroonie.