Oh Dear Health, I will never take thee for granted again.  After finally recovering from my second flu/cold in under a month, the energy is back.  I have been wandering about in a pseudoephedrine haze for days now, and just this morning, the fog cleared.  Hallelujah, I can think again!

Today was an exception in that I had no early classes.  Wednesday mornings are reserved for tutorials, and I would normally have two that begin promptly at 8:30am, but for some reason, none were for scheduled for today.  In the past, I have taken advantage and slept in, but learned quite quickly that this was counterproductive.  For whatever reason, I would get a couple of hours extra rest and be completely stupid for the rest of the day, accomplishing nothing.  So, I jumped out of bed at 6am, did my yoga, made coffee, sent the girls off to school and worked all morning.  By noon, I had finished all my readings for lectures tomorrow and made my way to the College of Law for my afternoon class.

Since I was such an obedient little student today, I rewarded myself by watching “Sex and the City” this evening.  I love this movie; it is shallow, over the top and mostly ridiculous, but what I love most about it is the emphasis on friendship.  Regardless of what you might think of those ladies, they’ve got each other’s backs.  It makes me smile and cry, and then inevitably, makes me think of my gals back in Edmonton. This last trip home, I had the chance to reconnect with some of my best pals.  I had one night to head out on the town and I made the most of it.  I met my gals at one of my favourite restaurants, Tzin, and we proceeded to eat and drink the place dry (I am still trying to figure out whose big idea it was to order that third bottle of wine).

During the antics that would normally accompany too much white wine, we decided to text message each other, “old skool style.”  This consisted of writing notes, back and forth, in pen, on a linen napkin.  We thought it was inventive and hilarious; the proprietor gave us the stink eye, but you know how winos are, so sensitive to other people.  We yelled and shrieked as we passed the napkin to and fro and eventually won the host over – he surrendered by bringing us free shots of tequila!   Another amazingly good judgment call.

The reason I mention this is because one of my dearest ones emailed me the transcription of the linen napkin, which she pocketed as a keepsake.  I am so glad she did, and once you read it, you won’t believe that I was accepted into the Faculty of Law:

From the chocolate-smeared napkin:

C, what’s up? lol (S)
Who? xo (C)
Huh? (S)
UIIOIOlsl/ (D)
C: Your mother was a cute hamster XOXOO (S)
But at least she’s straight! (C)
r u sure? Ps I’ve heard otherwise! (S) 
the gloves r off (author unknown)
Immature! (anonymous)
Wow…big words for somone that lives in the shire! (S)
PS OH NO! She dusting off her nipples! (S)
Jealous? (C)
Yeh, if you like dusty nipples! (S)
Namaste (C)
Fuck you (S)

Now, I have absolutely no idea what any of this meant, but it brings back such happiness.  Thank you, dear gal pals.