Thursday night. Spectacularly bad day at work, but it was improved by a few other developments. Although it took my letter with fingerprints (FD-258) 12 days to go from Niagara Falls (the Canadian side, naturally) to West Virginia, the FBI processed my request in just one day. They sent me an email saying they’re pretty sure I haven’t committed any crimes – and that was the last piece of paperwork I needed to apply for permanent residency. The company’s lawyers said they got everything and will start on my application. That’ll take them up to four weeks to finish: up to six months for the application to go through, and then…

After the bad work day, xgf surprised me by making me a pizza and, unbeknownst to me, braving the outside world and going shopping a few blocks away. She got me my favourite cider at LCBO, as well as my favourite candy at the local convenience store. That was so damn brave of her, not to mention sweet… Just what I needed to lift my spirits. Afterwards, we took a drive to the same park we’d visited a few days earlier. There were a few more people now, but everyone stayed far enough apart. (Besides, we had masks.) On the way back up the hill, at sunset, we saw two deer hanging out in the woods. The night before, we also saw a very chill skunk and, on a different occasion, a wild fox: they were both just across the street from the waterfall. I wonder if it’s always like that in this quaint little town. If not, I hope the animals don’t get too shocked when all the humans get back to their usual routine.

The world news isn’t improving. Ohio said that starting June 1, weddings with 300 or fewer guests will be fine. (Talk about mega-clusters…) An American pastor who claimed he could heal covid with his faith died of covid. Brazil keeps getting hit hard. So, you know, more of the same old, same old.

…ye gods, just seven more months – or maybe even less – till I become a permanent Canadian.