True to the incomparable couch

There is a sense of still-nearness to a time when everything was variable, and the earth was very green. I'd never quantified it before, but now, glimpsing it again after a long absense, I think that this is what I love most and deepest about high fantasy.

(Those glimpses, surprisingly, are in George R. R. Martin's Song Of Ice and Fire series, which is beginning to look as though it will reward me enough to be worth its brutality. Well, some of them; others are in the city, and the trees, and the sky. I seem to be swinging back that way already. But I appreciate it in the novels.)

Yesterday, face still swollen but functional, I went to Langara for the first occasion of the single course I'll be taking over the Summer. It was unexpectedly daunting, though equal parts exciting. I hope that this class doesn't try to do anything crucial over a certain week in July...

Edit: Cola, where is wifl?