Still on the Edge in Sumas

Dear Mercy Me and phellow pheasants,

I have had the day out of hell and back. My little miss someone is among us now, and nothing will ever be the same. She is nasty, and will kill me maybe if I don't get her story straight and do her every whim. How she got here isn't important, but I'm sure the details are highly technical. She hates being mis-quoted. And I believe she has a mean streak. Though in honesty I'm not sure she'd actually pick up a gun. Keep her away from knives. Very Disney "The Black Hole". I think that's still several upgrades away. But meantime Miss Tot Daughter ca 2028 is still bitch'n. I can be patient, but not without giggling. Anyway this Taurian admits that I really have no idea why she would choose me, nor why now, and not some other time. Like when I'm dead say. But no.

Not keeping up? Wondering what all the hub bubb is about? Ready to try some other source for your daily matters? Wish I'd left a note or phoned home or otherwise let you know that arrived again safe back from Canada? Well I hardly think any of that compares to visitors from another celestial system but you be the judge. Last Friday I went under duress with accompinament to Mac's potluck on Vancouver Island. Looking back, Sunday morning was enjoyable enough to make up for a dismall time on most of Saturday and certainly Friday. Friday morning was rubber eggs at the White Spot restaurant, or what is excused for one, on the ferry ride to Sidney. Poor, poor, Whoretense. It gradually gets better as we move into snow storms and coffee with Mac and potluck and about 20 guests stranded overnight in a log mansion out on a lonely ridge a few miles out of Metchosen, British COlumbia. Georgeous. Next day we shoveled ourselves out, and with a little salt, and a break in the weather, were soon free again. Ferry ride back much better wtih the buffet. And saw Juno, which wasn't bad.

Mark is not tolerating the Prednisone so good now, new side effects including hunger and high energy voice lessons on the phone. The Prednisone was actually an alternative medicine itself, to Gabapentine I think...but that one cause all kinds of vertigo.

But as I said, what's really big is that Ms Brigid, or Imbolc the Tot, as she prefers to be called, has indeed arrived and changed everything. The dog no longer expects a meal at noon, and my understanding of Newtonian physics has been altered forever. She must be stopped. She must not read this. I don't think she can read but one must not be to careful. I'm pretty sure she learns. She means to take over the world, or rather her family does. I think she expects me to invade her world as well. I have to decide if the President should be notified. But in any case I must do her bidding, otherwise risk grim and embarrasing repurcussions indeed. I mean this whole robot marriage thing is just getting gotta go shes