Canada Day goes boom.

Bonfires are one of the most soothing things in the world. A beautiful irony, that the coals all flicker-bright sound like frost crackling.

My mom thinks I should join a choir with her. Apparently, after demonstrating a medly of Canada's Really Big and The Last Saskatchewan Pirate, I can sing.

Hello, brain. Get to sleep, and get to work. You have writing to do.