Monday is coming.

On Monday, I head to CFB Wainright for a three-week course on Journalists in Conflict Zones. I’m not sure what’s going on. In fact, I don’t have a clue.

I signed up for a course with Athabasca University, and they said I’d be doing on thing from Sept. 15 to Oct. 5. Oh, and I could be funded by the military if I just put in an application form.

Fast forward to last week, and I find out it’s Sept. 13-Oct. 5, the people that I talked to about writing articles on the course are not the ones to give authority and I’m told there’s no Internet access for me to send them anyway. Oh god.

Meaning… This may be the last blog post for a little while.

All this, and my 67-year-old co-worker is retiring over this three-week period, my co-worker from Lac La Biche is taking his place, my beloved boyfriend moved to Edmonton from Vancouver, I’m moving across the street and away from bedbugs. This is just nuts.

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