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Very tired. Too many late nights. Can't seem to work up the energy to give clauses subjects, but just wanted to keep you up to date on stuff.

We went to see Billy Bragg at the Rebecca Cohn last night, and he was great as always. I think I've seen him play about eight times. He's so engaging and witty, and such a great songsmith that it didn't even matter he didn't play most of my favourites. But it went quite late (thanks in part to the long and unexpected opening set by PEI's favourite and utterly boring busker, Nathan Wiley) and then I had to come home and do some design work, and then Ali and I had to watch some videos of talking and totally insane cats, so today was very groggy.

Alison got home from Toronto on Tuesday night, right on schedule. Even though she didn't have a pot-headed Fisher Price person in her luggage, I was still really happy to see her. I guess I can let the cat out of the bag now that she's going to be teaching a class! It'll be a one-night-a-week continuing education course on digital photography at the community college, and it starts in two weeks. She's getting lots of great ideas about it. I think she's pretty excited, even though the whole thing is pretty nerve-wracking.

The Rolling Stones are playing here on the Commons in two days. The whole city is going completely bonkers. It's going to be basically right in our backyard, so we won't be able to help but hear it. Tonight we rented the third season of Arrested Development and a documentary called Stevie, by the director of Hoop Dreams in preparation not to step foot outside. But we do have a yoga class to go to at 2:00 which will take us right past the epicentre of the shenanigans, so please mention us in your prayers the night before.

Good night.

- Old Man Grumpus