Northwest of 16 by J.G. MacGregor is what I'm reading. Interesting because it is a tale and history of Edmonton, Alberta, back in the 1900s when things were only getting started. More interesting because my great grandfather wrote the book, and it is about my family history. Of course, this is my mom's side, which I seem to only be scratching the surface of. But none the less, it has me intrigued, terrified at times, and damn impressed at what they went through. Oh, and of course lucky that I didn't have to face the same kind of adventure. But I guess, we all get our own tales when it comes to those sorts of things. So besides reading, I am nursing a hurt leg. Not really sure when during my day exactly I managed to injure myself (around noon I could be found gripping onto a inner tube while being pulled around Slyvan Lake), but once the feeling in my limbs came back, pain came with it. So while I sit here gimpy and lame, Peter has been taking care of me and making sure that I don't further injure myself. It's just one of those days...haul out the bubble wrap and take away all sharp objects. But anyways, my mind is wandering off to other places, and I suppose I should get back to life outside my computer screen. Time...I use to have so much, and I had a much busier schedule before as well. Now it seems like I have nothing to do and am REALLY busy because of it. Strange how that works... Can someone get me out of this parallel universe now?