In training

Last night I cheated on my sleep-at-night-up-in-the-day training routine to beat jet lag and stayed up till 4:30 am. I could have gone to bed earlier but I just didnt feel like it and I never got that burning eye sensation that basically insists that I go to sleep and grow up or I'll miss the morning and whatnot. It doesn't bode too well for the self discipline aspect of my life that I'm hoping to improve on before school starts up, though I did get up at 10 s maybe I'll be sleepy tonight.

I was wondering if anybody could answer a question: why is it that, when my bags were 'checked through to Ottawa' from Sydney, we ended up having to pick our bags up and re-check them at every interval in the flight? I know I know, about increased security and all that good stuff (nobody even asked me to open up the banjo case, though Rob's uke did get inspected. Once.) but why makem e all hopeful? Especially since I was all for moving on through Toronto quickly since our bags were checked through and therefore would ave abandoned them there if Rob hadn't had the presence of mind to ask before I strode off into the sunset.

I have to go and move all the boxes in the basement up to the garage to unearth a couch that my sister and brother-in-law want for their new place. It's actually the nucleus piece in the basement that I used as marker around which to stack my worldly possessions. I htink I will see if I can minimize any more from the pile, though all told I don't suppose I have an unusual volume of stuff, especially since my bed went to the cottage and we don't have a replacement.

Any tips? We're going to upgrade to a queen size, finally, and I think I can comfortable say we're both looking forward to the elbow room. I'm a little sad that ikea doesn't have a queen sized loft bed, but a random google search showed me they do exist, so I have hope. Someday another day I guess.

When I'm packing I'll try and think of an interesting story to tell you guys. Neither of us ended up getting arrested, which is my fantasy idea of a really interesting travel story, so sorry about that. All we got was a warning for going 106 in a 100 zone and a ticket in Sydney. But I'm sure somthing happened at some point. Maybe that time whenwe were checking in to a camp spot on a highway, and the reception had a jar of 6 or so pickled giant, hairy and very fatal redback spiders next to the cash? We discovered that night that not only can you sleep in a hatchback, but it's fun to use the fogged up/frosted windows ro write not-so-secret messages to each other. (real lesson: you can sleep anywhere,even if it's 8 o'clock when it's dark and you are afraid to go outside).

Okay gotta go do something useful! See you guys soon?

xoxo