"You two Fella's look like you could use some news"

I looked up from sidewalk rolling passed, the conversation with my Uncle Paused.

A Drunken Mope, quite like what I imagine I must look like smiled at me and pushed a newspaper into my suddenly defensively positioned hands.

In a Blur I heard, "Thanks" as My Uncle's hand grabbed the paper from my loose grip and smacked the Drunken Kid on top of the head with it before throwing it back at him.

"And you left the Air Force?" I asked, laughing as the would be, scrawny, boozed bravened tool scurried off.

"I still do consulting work for them." He said as he held open the door to the Elephant & Castle, pints of bravery waiting to be consumed.
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I'm glad I took the time to go to Ottawa. Mainly I needed the escape from this city. But also, It was nice to visit my sister. We're not close but it was still good to see her, especially given that we didn't fight at all the weekend. It was almost kind of Surreal.

Ever since returning from my reprieve, I've developed a bit of a different outlook. I've been stuffed somewhat surprisingly into some very seriously technically demanding tasks at work, I've also (perhaps daringly) mixed up the workplace. So in short, work is hardly worth complaining about anymore.

It has finally snowed. In what seems to be in accordance with the way things are done around here, when something has been neglected over time, it is made up for in one large deposit.
So not only has it snowed, we've been buried.

In the meantime, if anyone has any jam, please pass it along.
My desktop is toast.
The rest of my Ottawa pictures, including the PROOF of my skating of entire Canal are trapped on my Camera... Except of course, the above provided by my Uncle.