I’ve got the car packed with everything that I’ll be taking back to Toronto.
I told mom to get rid of my kitchen stuff. I have a bin full of old production binders from past Dacian projects. But for some winter stuff, everything else can disappear and I wouldn’t give it another thought. Well, there are my fold-up director chairs. Not quite ready to part with them.
Packed (or soon to be packed) is my art, my hard drives, my salt lick (for tequila)… shit, I need to pack the tequila… my Roughrider stuff, my camping stuff (which can live in the car) and some other bits of odds & ends.
I’m just about done catching up on faces, places, and things I’d like to do. I also wrote 10 pages of my new sitcom, RedShirts. The episode is half way done. One or two more dates with it should give me a full episode. We’ll see what comes to mind after that.
It’s currently 3pm on a Saturday afternoon. I have no idea how the day will unfold. I was hoping to make it out to Strasbourg to see Dad, but no one’s answering the phone. Mom and Dave are spending the weekend at their campsite in Craven, Shauna’s meeting me for a beer right away, and I’m hoping to get some quality time in with Courtney before hitting the road Monday morning.
I’m not sure when I’ll be back.