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Happy New Year

Well well well ... long time no post, eh? Well I was thinking of you all when I took the following picture titled "Xmas Shopping in the Rain"


It was December 19, and rain was the only precipitation Toronto was to see this Christmas season.

Which made me even more excited about my return home for the holidays. The map was my attempt to explain to our American executive producer my travel plans. (the fireside scene, alcohol and snowflakes was one of the writers' contributions to complete the mise en scene)


Note the computer with the universal sign for "Don't". I had told the writers that I wasn't going to be bringing my computer home with me, so they would have to format things themselves. Luckily, the writer who was writing the episode that was being prepared over the holidays is the one writer who seems to need little of my assistance in properly formatting his script.

Finally, Alberta! My first Alberta sunset in almost two years (location: Lethbridge, outside my friend Tracy's office)


It was cold and dark and snowy... and I loved it!

So, I have about one more week on the job. This season ends on the 23rd. I'm not sure when the next season starts, thus not sure how long I'll be able to lounge happily on my couch. How lazy am I? I just got off a three week Christmas vacation, and I'm already looking forward to couch-time. Oh well. Gotta be me.

Stay tuned: this week I intend to post My Favourite Things About Working in Production...

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