I had a fair bit of stuff I wanted to write about today. But now that I’m sitting here, I can’t really remember anything specific to say.

The blogosphere was very quiet today, kind of like Ann Coulter.  I figured it would be as most of the blogs I follow are American and today’s kind of a big deal to our wacky neighbours to the south. For us Canucks, hey, tomorrow’s Friday! That’s good news, right?

With American Thanksgiving upon us, the real fun starts. I can’t believe Christmas is a month away. If someone could tell me where the year 2008 went, I’d appreciate it. When I think back over the course of the year, it’s just a blur. I remember there being a lot of snow in January, February and March. We had about 7 hot days in April and the rest of the Spring/Summer was balmy at best. Our summer was pretty crazy what with the whole real estate adventure and living in the ‘burbs for a few weeks. And the last few months have been spent settling into the house, trying to make it our own.

I told S earlier that all I want to do this weekend is crawl under a blanket with her and veg out with some movies. Our focus has just been house, house, house. It’d be nice to have some ‘us’ time.

Work was kind of nuts today. One of the major projects I’ve been working on has been stalled because there are so many layers of approval involved, there’s always a hold up at one stage or another. It appears that there’s now a rush to get the project completed. I think the month of December will be a busy one for me. I don’t particularly mind, I would just rather not have these type of things be back on the back burner because of other people’s priorities and then rushed because they want to see it done. I’m but a wee web publisher, my involvement is limited to posting the material that’s given to me. I could create my own content, but I don’t think the company’s stakeholders would appreciate that.

I was at my parents’ tonight. My last few visits there have left me exhausted and quite irritable. I was very short with the parental unit tonight. Maybe it’s the time of year, or the fact that they ask so much of me and aren’t willing to get to know who I really am.

Things will have to change, I’m tired of letting them choose which parts of me they will accept. Surely, I mean more to them than just someone who will take them to appointments and look after filling out  their forms? Time will tell, I guess.

Look at that, I guess I remembered what it was I wanted to say.