I’ve done surprisingly well with finding serenity in Vancouver. I’m writing this on my phone from Zoée’s flower-packed backyard, surrounded by hundreds of bees. The bees may not be relaxed, but I am.

I’ve done surprisingly well with finding serenity in Vancouver. I’m writing this on my phone from Zoée’s flower-packed backyard, surrounded by hundreds of bees. The bees may not be relaxed, but I am.

I needed to do something to manage my stress levels, so I got this done:

The nurse pointed to the monitor, which showed my blood pressure readings, and explained that my numbers were high.
High, but accurate, given the week I was having. I was at the clinic to get a doctor to fill out yet another ICBC injury report, unrelated to last year’s accident.
Continue reading “The doors Tesla drivers have opened.”Zoée asked me how my garden was doing today. I was delighted to answer their question with a series of photos:

Yikes. It’s been almost three weeks since my last post.

I’ve been busy shedding layers. Now that it’s warm enough to forego arm/leg warmers, toe covers, basically everything in the above photo, cycling is all I want to do.
So, I will recap the last three weeks in digestible chunks.
Continue reading “Shedding layers.”