Nonetheless, weekend go by too damn fast. My reason for singing this common refrain, however, is not the usual one: my problem is not having enough time to get my work done. My "day job" exists to top up my income and provide a stable environment in which to do my work and for Elaine to do her work.
On my way to the SkyTrain this morning I crossed paths with one of the hundred richest men in Canada; he noticed me, looked down, and changed his path to avoid me. Me, I was ready to smile and say, "Hi, Al."
Just before quitting time today I got a phone call from a concerned citizen about the Port Moody airport! Nearly three weeks after the fact and my April Fools gag got someone :-)
When I was nine, just for the hell of it, I wrote out every Roman numeral from one to three thousand.