Yeah, you read that title right. I've wrenched my left knee so badly it's twice the size of my other leg, and that's saying something. I'm housing for a friend, which is great. Peace and quiet, no kids here, just one fluffy dog that seems to be permanently attached to my side. But when I got here yesterday, I realized that I had forgotten my cell phone and it was snowing quite heavily. Yeah, you read that right too. Yesterday we got about 6 inches of snow in big wet fluffy flakes coming at you at about a zillion miles an hour. But silent. Weird and unsettling. Anyway, since I've forgotten my phone and have no access to the outside world without it, I go trunding out in the blizzard with nothing more than a sweatshirt and a cap. At least I'd worn my workboots, not my sneakers.

Anyways, almost there and I start to realize that the more travelled the roads, the more wet-plexiglass like the snow is. Slick. Just as this thought pops into my head, my left leg goes flying out from under me while my right slides behind me. This is where I sprain my thumb. Unhuh. I know what you're thinking. I'm still unclear of the logistics of how I did it, just that my huge purse/briefcase is what did it. And emptied out the contents of several of its compartments all over the road. Where the knee comes in, or rather, goes out, is when I tried to get back up. Think of someone who doesn't skate (me) trying to get back up on ice (the road) and doing the splits (which I haven't done in a long long time so ouch). Rinse and repeat. Eventually I get the hint that I can't get up here and roll very gracefully over to the side of the road where there is sticky snow and I make it upright. Several pieces of my purse are lying around me as evidence of my path. I cautiously get myself all sorted out when I hear "Everything okay there?"

I swear to God the man in the black truck must have thought I was drunk, they way I was behaving. But I smile and manage a 'Nothing hurt but my pride' and grumble all the rest of the way to get my cell phone. Today I have not walked the dog because I am afraid I would limp too badly and she'd get too frustrated and just yank me along anyway.

I have listed in my reading the books I've reread for the Mercy Thompson series, but I haven't counted them towards my total for the year. Still limping along in so many other ways as well I guess.

So the dog keeps escaping from the fenced in backyard of the house where I rent the basement suite. It's funny, sorta. I have to laugh. The fence has no hole and there isn't any space under anything so we're kinda flumoxed as to where the dog is escaping from. If he isn't jumping. He stays around the block, miracle of miracles. He goes over to the school that's just up the street or visiting some of the local puppies. But he's close enough that when the annoyed tone in our voices is hurtled towards his ears, he comes a-running. Then when he comes in, he heads straight to his kennel without being told, like a kid who automatically goes to his room when he comes home from getting into a fight at school. Self-punishment in canine. I'm no dog whisperer, but i think that's something. Doesn't stop him from breaking out again if we're not watching him. So yeah, just like a teenager. Who'da thunk?

My next problem stems from a problem I've had since I was a kid. It takes a lot for me to say this, but I think I'm ready to reveal this addiction to the world. I *gulp* am a bibliophile. There, I said it. Whew. I don't feel lighter but that could be the 11 books I just bought weighing me down still. I have serious control issues. I buy books the way other women by shoes. I balk at buying shoes, actually. I'll wear my shoes out and beyond before admiting that I might need another pair. I'm like that. But a book that sorta peaks my interest? I'm so there, bought that! But now my TBR pile has gone from 92 books to 103. And I'm not going through them as fast as I am buying them. I need to put myself on a moritorium from buying books. At least until I get half of them read. And I am whoafully behind when it comes to my goal of reading two books a week. At this rate I'll be lucky if I can get 50 books behind me this year. Ah well, it's not like I lose at any point in this deal. I mean, I'm reading, for crying out loud, how can this be anything but a win/win?

And as far as the writing goes, I plod away. Sucks when you have to work at a day job too, but I keep telling myself to suck it up princess. I need to get this done and out of the way by the end of April so I can move on to another project. Speaking of getting back to work...it's been fun. Later!

I mean, come on. Really now. The biggest trade partner the United States has is...wait for it...us. But I cannot download the same books onto my ereader that the Americans can on the same day because the CRTC says it does not hold enough Canadian content, yet I can go to the bookstore and buy the SAME book in hard cover. Still same content. And don't give me that bull about Canadian pulp being used in the making of the book. I buy ecopies for more than convenience.

And don't get me started about how I can't download free programs from American Websites (like the latest episodes of shows on, say, TNT. I can't GET TNT up where I am for pity's sake), unless they are shown on some Canadian channel with Canadian commercials up here. COME ON! CRTC, I understand and applaud the efforts you make to keep Canadians from being swamped by Americanism in, say, magazines. But ebooks? Websites? Can we please show some common sense?