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Dear self;

going to bed early so that you can get up early does NOT mean waking up at two in the morning, feeling as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as you ever do.

The idea was to wake up at seven-ish.

Now you're going to have to nap in the afternoon otherwise you won't be able to stay awake long enough to watch the Habs at the Backlot tonight.

Also, see if you can manage a bleu-blanc-rouge colour scheme with emphasis on the red so people can tell you aren't cheering for the Leafs, 'cause man, you wouldn't want that to happen. Maybe if you drink Molson?... nah, not worth the cost.

Love,
you.

Saturday Poem - Robert Louis Stevenson

Look! It's actually Saturday!

This week's poem is my mother's favourite poem. She told me it reminds her of when she and her sister were young and played together. Me, I like the effortless rhyme scheme, as if it just happened to rhyme and Stevenson didn't have anything to do with it.

( R.L. Stevenson's Where Go The Boats )