I'm off to Iqaluit for a week. To train on the occurrence reporting software. I'm looking forward to it.

Also we seem to be in the process of buying a house. Offer has been made, banks alerted, lawyers consulted. It's five bedrooms, and I swear at least ten people have pointed out to me that I'll have room to take in foster kids. We had a small boy at the office the other day, accompanied by social services, for a statement, and I said to the corporal, "I can resist the stray dogs right now, but I want to take in the stray kids."

In Iqaluit, the sun still goes down, I think. aaaaaahhhhhh.

I was in the kitchen at work making coffee. Dave, the Staff Sergeant, and Russ, one of the constables, were rummaging through the chocolate bars in the cupboard, and we were talking in a desultory way. So desultory that I can't even remember what we were discussing. Suddenly Russ said, "We've had this conversation before, in a dream I had. And I had the dream before I even started working here." I told him that things were strange right now, that someone else I'd talked to had been complaining of deja-vu. Also, my son asked me that morning whether I thought it was a problem that his hand was a computer cursor. An arrow.

Dave said, "You should have just told him to run it over a link, it would have turned back into a hand." Then he said, and this was the thing that surprised me, because he's generally a pretty prosaic guy, "They must be changing something in the matrix."

So, beware. If Dave can feel it, it must be big.

This 24 hours of daylight thing is killing me. I can't sleep properly and yet I'm yawning all the time. We're short on guards at work and last weekend they called me at 6:45 am on Sunday and got me to come down and watch 12 people. In 5 cells. Crazy.

However, it is warm. 15 degrees today. People are out in shorts. Not me, I should add. But people.