Last night I had a dream in which a blogger friend of mine gave me a joint to smoke. I almost never think about – and I never smoke – marijuana, so this dream puzzled me.  Then I checked my newsfeed!

Right now a few blocks away from me tens of thousands of my lovely neighbours are enjoying my province’s vaunted crop. And *less* than a few blocks away from me, the party is going on, too. My apartment smells the way my older brother’s college dorm did back in the day. Nice memory. Nice to live where I do now.