Holding hands while the worlds come tumbling down

Happy days. The weekend is shaping up well, not least of all because we are going up the CN Tower tomorrow! The price is ridiculous (why? I don't know. I have recently become a CN Tower expert and they made back all their costs in 14 years. Perhaps the price is ridiculous because it can be) but my mom sent us a monetary gift for Valentines and it cut the cost in half. I am so excited. Because this will be research for an integral scene in my story and also because my obsession with the CN Tower is ooc. I am currently buried in guidebooks and urban plans for 1970s Toronto and I feel like I've gone back in time a bit. Which is good really, if I want to create anything believable. Anyway the Tower plan is weather-permitting. But we've got a knit/movie date with E. Smith the brilliant tomorrow night, and we've got a lunch date with C. Brown on Sunday, so even if it rains we will get to smile. Another good thing is a compliment I received last evening that set me a bit aglow.

I've decided to read 200 books this year. I am already finished 17 so I think it's possible. My Summer Re-Reading Project will make the overall selection a bit weird, but alas. I have read one chapter of Lisa Moore's "Alligator" and it's wonderful.

I've got laundry in my immediate future. Bollocks.