Strange ...

We're being hit with a blizzard right now. It's nowhere near as what's hitting Toronto, but it's bad enough. And through all this snow they're still clearing the river.

This lime green floating backhoe keeps moving up and down the river breaking up the ice. I keep wondering when the shovel, the bulldozer, the crane, the concrete mixer, and the dump truck are going to show up!

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Most importantly, this weekend I am taking my French Language testing. Wish me luck, because god knows I need it.

Ofter that's done, I have to do my taxes. I should have done it long ago, but I haven't installed the software yet. In theory, since I can claim my bus passes now, I should be getting money back. They say that everyone should get a maximum savings of two months transit. Now that is maximum, but it should work towards keeping me from owing Revenue Canada.

So those are the big things. The small things are writing, cutting fabric for my afghan (class is at the end of the month, so there's time), and pulling stuff out of boxes. Yeah, I know, I've been in the house for two years in April and I'm not all unpacked yet. Leave me alone, I haven't found the right spot for stuff yet ... and I've been lazy.

So the writing is:
1. Chapter 8 of Life After Death
2. Chapter 7 of Vingettes (Days prompt for the fanfic_100 challenge)
3. Mecha_Erotica's wet March challenge
4. Transficsation's March challenge (I'm doing Belgium, though I'm torn between two ideas)

I have the house to myself, so I have no excuses.

On a different note, I've started organizing my collections of stuff. So far the only gargoyle who's seen the light of day is Buttons, but the rest should come out of storage this weekend. I have a four transformers on display and my brand new McFarlane Dragon out as well. I have a bitch of a time getting it together, but it's done now. They all have to stay under glass because Tika has gained an unhealthy obsession over them. She keeps rubbing up against Mirage. I wouldn't be worried except that when she likes something Logan has to kill it. He is very jealous of her other paramours.