It’s just as impulsive as always, but a bit indicative of changing times. I was driving home from getting groceries, listing to an old episode of the CBC Radio 3 podcast when one track grabbed my brain by the ears and refused to let go. I’d heard it before, and it’s always struck me as good listening. I took a look at the name of the artist and etched a little mental note into my eyelids. When I got back to the house, I jumped onto New Music Canada, which the songs from the podcast come from, and looked up Decomposure. Following the links through the official website, I found that I could order the newest album, At Home and Unaffected, online from Unschooled Records.

It’s on the way.

I moved into this flat a couple weeks ago, and I’m pretty happy with things. As much as I expected. The lady who owns the lease has since asked the other guy here to move out. I don’t really have too much of an opinion on this. I’ve met him a couple times, but I haven’t seen all that much of him. The ads for the flat have been in the paper for a couple days, and we had the first of the people who wanted to come and look at it stop by last night.

I didn’t think much of anything when I first heard her voice downstairs. When she came upstairs, I thought she was a bit familiar, but that’s not out of the ordinary for me. I think most people look somewhat familiar. But she recognised me, too, so something was up. She picked it up before I did. We were in a massage class together about a year ago. She’s finished her class work and I stopped to get residency, but she’s got a table and might just move in with it. I’d be cool with that. She was a lot of fun.

After she left, Sally exclaimed how unlikely that was, and I guess she’s right about that, but coincidences like that don’t seem to be that rare. Regardless, it’s quite cool.