Hospitals and the psychology of waiting: a participant observer study
Don’t take this the wrong way, dear readers, but I think the William Osler Health System could use a little Disneyfication. No I did not dip into the Oxy cupboard on my way out at 8:30pm tonight. But I am having a glass of scotch now. It’s been a day like that. Nonetheless, hear me out.
Eighteen degrees
That’s how cold the water was in the pool this evening. And still, Mallory and her friend C went for a brief swim, dunking their heads and all. Of course there was money at stake. But still. Quite brave these little kids.
Pakenham, 137km, five hours, six minutes
Dear Garmin BaseCamp, when I say ‘avoid dirt roads’ I mean it. Also: no illegal left turns, please. BaseCamp, Garmin’s mapping software, send me down about 7km of dirt roads and asked me to take two illegal left turns.
One thing no one seems to be considering about JP Morgan’s $2 billion oopsie
That investment is supposed to actually do something.
March for Life? Bring a snack – that’s one long march
Do you ever get to stop? No? Maybe an extra pair of socks then. When I was in university the campus anti-choice group was called ‘McGill Students for Life’. We – the Dailyites – used to go up to their tables in the student union building and say naïvely “Does that mean you’re never going to graduate? That’s sad.”
I forgot to shave today
There. I admitted it. Of course I don’t actually have the sort of facial hair to allow me to grow a beard but I do in fact shave every day so as not to look totally slovenly. I used to say ‘to avoid being mistaken for an adolescent aspiring to manhood, but there’s precious little chance of that these days.
So what did I do today?
Sometimes days are just blurs. And I can’t remember what on earth I did. But then, I remember we have computers and they have ways of keeping track of everything.
Almonte: 122km, 4:42 hours
Great day for a ride. Sunny, 16 degrees, winds mostly polite if not obliging. And I made a new ‘neat road’ discovery.
One of the best things I get to do
Has to be putting Mallory to bed. Reading the stories. Cuddling. Telling her how much I love her. Listening to her fall asleep. I love it.
It must be said, the Tories’ budget bill is a draconian heap of nasty
It’s amazing that they’ve found the hubris to throw several hundred pages of non-budget, non-monetary legislation into the budget bill. It’s all about gutting environmental protection regulation – nothing to do with the budget.
Parks Canada: firing staff, shortening seasons privatizing hot springs. What’s next? Branded elk?
This week’s announcement of federal government layoffs featured a lot from Parks Canada. And then, a day later, the agency announces they’re going to sell off three of its most iconic attractions. Now I admit, I work for the union that acts on behalf of the people losing their jobs at Parks Canada. But the parks and wilderness lover in me is also outraged.
Morning house extraction panic conversation
So I’m rushing to get out the door this morning. Mallory is already ready and is sitting in the chair in our bedroom, waiting for me.
Merrickville, 134km, 5 hours, 21 minutes
It’s only 13km more than I’ve cycled so far this season, but the trouble with those extra kilometres is that they always come at the end of the ride.
Tabatha Southey FTW
Her column today, The form letter to cure all Harper government missteps is great. She’s got to be about the funniest columnist out there.
Myself, I’m downgrading Moody’s
That’s right internets. I’m rating them ‘negative’. I am earnestly and sincerely advising my friends family and blog readers to not buy their shares, not apply for jobs there and not buy anything from their bond rating stuff store. (I wonder what it would sell – little currency stuffy toys?).
