Holy crap, it's only mid-March and yet it already feels like spring around here.  We're seeing temperatures upwards of 15C, which is kind of nuts.  

Any other year I'd welcome this kind of balmy weather eagerly -  but this winter I need cold temps and ice for flying!  We've been counting ice fishermen and their huts and vehicles for the past few months for the Ministry of Natural Resources, and it's been fantastic.  What a great time flying I've had.  We're getting ready to wrap it up for now though, which kind of makes me sad.  I'll miss flying on skis.

On the plus side, that just means that the float flying season will start up that much sooner.  I do miss flying floats.  I hope that spring is busy.  

In the meantime, it looks like I'll have a month off!  I'm feeling a bit down about it, because I love my job and I enjoy getting out and working at it.  Since I'm one of those people incapable of sitting around the house, I think I'm going to try and fit in a vacation, either to visit my mother out on the East Coast, or my brother in Scotland.  I'm kind of angling for Scotland- no offense, mom.

We've still got a bit of flying yet to do at least.  I've been doing a ton of writing in the meantime, mostly on The Paper Wall.  I've got about three or four more chapters to go on that one, and I've already got another story lined up to work on after it.  It's good to be busy.

OH, HA HA, and yes, I've been playing the rather obscure Russian game Pathologic again as well.  It was made by the indie studio Ice-Pick Lodge, and it's hands-down one of my top five games.  I highly recommend it to anyone who doesn't mind tearing their hair in despair and frustration now and then.  I've been playing as my favourite character, and posting ridiculous haikus about it, old ones I used to write and text to Pathologic chums.  Sometimes, you kind of need something to lighten the mood while playing it.

I think that's all that's new with me.  I've got some art parked around here somewhere that I need to dig out.  In the meantime, I'm going to go hit up town for tea and writing, and stare gloomily at the fog.