Yesterday I went off up the coast by myself. Drove the ATV up to Long Point and fished for a while. Didn't catch anything, as usual. But it was a beautiful afternoon, just enough of a breeze left over from our windstorm to keep the bugs away. So I sat on the beach with my thermos of tea for quite a while, thinking about things. The sky was blue, the water was choppy, and I saw a herd of muskox on my way back.

Today Joeby and I went for a walk on the tundra. He went swimming. I didn't. He's tired tonight. And jealous. The dog from next door is staying with us. She's very quiet, and no trouble other than a bit of nervous peeing on the rug, but Joeby seems to be feeling a need to be right next to me at all times to ensure his favoured dog status. It's funny, because I thought he missed Jazzy, and would be happier if we got another dog, but I'm beginning to think that wouldn't actually be the case. He has settled in to his only dog life.

It's been ten days that Miguel and the kids have been away. I've enjoyed the solitude, but I'll be happy when they're home. Not for another week, however. A week tomorrow. I haven't seen Ian for quite a while, as he was at cadet camp before they went on holiday. I'm looking forward to hearing all his adventures, and Kirsten's from her trip to Ohio. I think I'm starting to get a bit bored. Good thing I've got to go to work tomorrow.

One big factor in my boredom is the fact that I tried to go to the library AGAIN today and it was closed. I wish they'd just give me a key. I swear I'm the only person who takes out books with any regularity. Sometimes I come in to return books and put them in the box right on top of the last books I returned.

It looks like I'll be working until the end of August, anyway. After that, who knows. I'm going to miss it. Best job I ever had....