Let us write about: the penalty.
Getting some good writing work done today. Listening to game three of the Canucks first round series while I write this - they're up two games to none and the score is currently 2-2 in the second period. Lots of twos going on there.
Heading back to Osoyoos tomorrow morning. It'll be good to get back to farm work after this little break.
"Seems a little harsh, doesn't it?" the man asked from behind his beer. I wasn't sure if it was his fourth or fifth. "Punishment doesn't really fit the crime, seems to me."
"The judge has made his decision," I replied lifelessly. "He's done his job, now it's time for me to do mine."
"You don't seem particularly keen to get to it, seems to me." He paused to take another drink from his mug, giving me time to wonder if he was hoping to set a record for the most uses of the word 'seem' in one conversation. I glanced around the half-empty pub for a statistician but couldn't spot one. "Seems like maybe you're not interested in this particular job."
"You volunteering?" It was a joke but even I didn't laugh. "It doesn't matter what I think. I've got kids to feed and this is how I do that. So you'll have to excuse me - it's time for me to go to work."