Thursday is when the weekend starts, right?

You could have fooled me, Vancouvies don't necessarily start things the way some might. Right now? Maybe they are all still at the beach, living up the last of the day.

And albeit the fact that three hours later I was tucked safe and sound in bed, I had a good time. That's odd, I don't recall meeting strangers at the bar. How cryptic am I today?

And tonight? Tonight I am nervous, tonight I have a date. Today I got a phone call that made me feel guilty and sad. Later I walked down the street thinking about my ghosts. Do they ever really leave? I remember last September, feeling another ghost. He is gone now, flown far away and so far out of my life that no effort on my part could ever bring him back. His light is on. This ghost is not so easy to shake. His eyes haunt me, he smiles and I wonder if I'll ever have that smile again. I don't pine for him, there is no emotion in this the way there was before. Now it is just sadness, a mild pang of regret for what could have been. A wish for a second try.

But enough looking to the past, today I should look forward.