Less than eight hours ago it was 20 degrees Celsius and the Australian skeleton team was lying out on the starting dock sunning themselves.

Alas, I have stumbled upon a redeeming feature in the ceaseless traffic nightmare that is Calgary.

While I was avoiding traffic this morning by taking a less traveled road (and by less traveled I mean that I only gouged out one of my eyes while sitting idlely amongst a sea of commuters, instead of gouging out both eyes) I drove by a storefront that would have caused an immediate pileup, had it not been for the snail-paced 10 kph that I clocked in passing.

For Thanksgiving I went to Saskatchewan with my friend Tiff and her husband Brynn who was born and raised in the thriving prairie metropolis of North Battleford:

A couple weeks ago I found a snail at the end of my driveway, so I picked him up, brought him inside, named him Herman and put him in my fish tank, which at this point was mostly empty from the move.He's been chilling out there ever since.

This weekend I bought a new goldfish (who is called McLovin, for those of you superbad enough to appreciate that) and filled up the fish tank.