Things That I Like About Calgary

• My friend Dani
• The King and I. Specifically, the Pad Tofu Long Song with brown rice at The King and I.
• Cindy at the Traders Grill at the Marriott. I swear, the woman must see a bargazillion people in a year, and yet she remembers me, even though I only come to town two or three times a year, and the off-menu items I get with my breakfast. "Melissa!" she says, "Go sit at your usual table! I'll get your bottle of water and your bananas!" It makes me feel like Norm from Cheers. But without the testosterone and beer.
• Today, the flirty piece of not-ordered baklava (even though I don't like baklava) that found it's way into my take away bag alongside my falafel sandwich this afternoon.
• Remembering that Alberta is right in the heart of Old Dutch country, and the bag of Sour Cream and Onion chips that will be coming home with me. As an aside, rumour has it that Old Dutch's take-over of Humpty Dumpty will see the Old Dutch brand making it's way back into Ontario this year. Which may have made me cry tears of joy.

Because I love you, here is a picture of what I will be tomorrow morning, as I finally come on back home. To stay. For a little while, at least.

Flying. Again.

I know, I just got back. But I'm off to Calgary for work this evening. I feel like I need to start purchasing Carbon Offset Credits.

Read about it here:

• Carbonfund.org
• TerraPass
• NativeEnergy
  

Hello, Darkness

I have an incredibly precise body clock that, 95% of the time, wakes me up before my alarm goes off.

I'm currently in a place that is 3 hours behind my normal time zone.

My head knows this. My internal clock? Give it a big fuck you, and continues to wake me up at my normal, rut-like weekday wake-up time.

This, however, does have it's advantages, as I am able to have the hotel gym to myself, and rewatch episodes of Angel, The X-Files and ER (from when Mark Greene was still alive, not that stinky, Stamos-filled drama of today. Oh, Stamos, other then Blackie, you are just no good.) while working out.

I'll be happy to travel home tomorrow. And then head out across time zones again next week. Except that last bit is actually more a resigned bitterness. Because, on top of a 2 hour difference, visiting Calgary in the winter brings a deathly, skin cracking cold dryness.

Maybe I should just stay in California?