Depressing Posts...

It does occur tome from time to time that things were pretty damned good for 4 years or so in Guelph, and itwould be pretty sweet to go back to that, but then I remember that most people have moved on so it's in vain. But things will inevitably get better.
To conclude our insurance fiasco story, everything turned out how we wanted. Actually, it turned out better than we wanted. I'll wait for Sarah to have a cheque in hand so as to not jinx it, but we're happy with the settlement we've received. We still think ICBC (i.e. money grabbing demonesque bureaucrat assholes) can go to their own special circle of hell, but at least we don't get utterly screwed.
Right now I'm trying to convince Sarah to look into pharmacy scholarships. They'd send us to a backwater shithole, but frankly, I think we're both just about ready for that. We're having this growing impression that everyone in this city is trying to kill us with their horrendous driving "skills", and that it's only a matter of time before we get flattened by some douche doing his/her makeup while eating a doughnut and reading the paper whilst running a red light on the wrong side of the road (only a modest exagerration). In other words, the quiet life on island-time is extraordinarily attractive.
Well, that's enough for now,
Maybe I should also post on my own blog, but I have to watch my vocab there... so maybe not...

Remi