So.

I'm all set up in the new digs.
Office more or less sorted out.

All ready to write.....and....
My wrist in a brace. *

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!!

**sulk**

*horrible dim sum accident

I don't get out much.

Last night, however, I did. I saw Loreena McKennitt in concert at the JLC.

After Britney and Avril's "I can't really sing, and sometimes lipsynching is too much for me" fiascos, it's a rare treat to hear a performer that not only can really, really sing, but composes and plays 4 or more instruments exceptionally well.

What's also cool about Loreena, is she takes poems like "The Lady of Shallot" or "The Highwayman" or my personal favourite, "The Bonny Swans" and sets them to music.

The concert was very beautiful to watch, as well as to listen to. Lighting and sound were managed just gorgeously, to great yet subtle effect.

If you like Celtic flavoured tunes with some of the best musicians out there (And yes, I'm looking at you, Hugh Marsh) check out

http://www.quinlanroad.com/

Loreena is one of the very few muscians I will buy a CD from without hearing a note first.
She's that good.

What a week.

Moving is never fun.

When I think of all the junk, the flotsom and jetsom of life that just compiles and clutters one's life. Why, for example do I save milk bag clips. Why? And yet I have enough to melt down and fashion a slinky German sundress.

Now, the 7 large boxes of books I can completely understand, but why am I keeping a bag full of single socks? They may even be premarital socks.

Regardless, the powers that be will take me out of this place feet first. I never want to move again.

We are home.
Finally.