I’ve been having really crazily vivid dreams lately. There’s a bunch of elaborate storylines every night, but they all seem to share an aspect of tremendous physical effort. I’m either running flat-out to catch a train, or trying to lift construction equipment, or leaping through windows in desperation. I wake up feeling exhausted. Which is probably because:

I’m feeling a little physically run-down lately. I think Natasha and I had a weak head cold last week and we’re coming off of it. Waking up lately is a real drag! Especially now that it’s cold out and we have the heavy blankets on… crawling out of cozy bed onto the cold hardwood and freezing bathroom tiles is a pretty lame proposition. But that hasn’t stopped me from:

Biking into work all fall! It’s been great to pedal through the crispy leaves and the bright colours. I don’t know how long I’ll keep this up for, but in the cooler weather I’ve definitely learned that it pays to be prepared. If I forget my toque under my helmet I get to work with frozen eyebrows, but if I take the time to prepare I stay nice and warm along the entire ride. Last year I put the bike away as soon as the first snowflake hit the ground, but my route is pretty safe and I think I could handle a bit of white dust this year before it’s not worth the safety risk.

I picked up a new sketchbook in Montreal, drew on the first page on the train ride home, and now I just stare at it. It’s intimidating me. I’ve picked it up a few times and had nothing come out when I went digging for ideas. I think it’s the head cold.