Is it bad to hope your job drastically improves to retain your sense of the happy solely because there’s a really, really good organic grocery store right behind the office? I’m eating a low-fat lemon ginger scone from Capers, and it is the best thing I’ve eaten in forever. It is so good that I have MSN’d one person and emailed another, solely to tell them about my awesome scone. I have one bite left and I am sad that it is almost gone. I may go back and buy 17 more.

I usually don’t take lunch breaks because I’m too busy and/or everyone else leaves for lunch and I wackily feel that leaving the office and phones completely deserted is a bad idea. Lately though, I’ve been taking Sally out and going for a ride when everyone else has returned – part fresh air, part food run, part sanity-returner. Yesterday I ended up in Stanley Park, and stopped to walk along a path because I saw a swan. By the time I parked and made my way down to the water, the swan was gone – but I saw geese! I love geese. I took some pictures, then walked a little further. I saw two more geese, and what looked like a rock in between them. The rock was fuzzy, so I looked closer – and it was a baby goose! A little tiny fuzzy gosling! I stopped in awe and took some pictures, and then looked to the right – there were two ducks napping, and between them – an entire puddle of baby ducks! Check out my Flickr page, but oh my god the cute was overwhelming. I took a bunch of pictures, then harassed some old people because I was so excited to see the baby animals that I had to share it with someone so I stopped an old lady and then an old tourist couple with binoculars. This, my friends, is why I’ll never leave Vancouver – there’s just something magical about being able to get lost in the forest in the middle of the city, or climb a mountain and swim in the ocean in the same day, or harass old people because there are baby ducks and not have them think you’re mugging them.

I’m doing the Scooter Dance again; that special time in a woman’s life where she has to park her scooter in ever-increasingly bizarre places in a somewhat futile attempt to avoid having to pay $10 a day for parking something that doesn’t take up more room than a bicycle. I tried street parking on Monday, and promptly got a parking ticket. Ed drove me on Tuesday, but yesterday I tried parking behind our building. The maintenance people kicked me out, saying that they back large trucks up in the parking lot and Sally will get crushed. That will never do – so today, I drove into the parking lot and through the human walkway to get to the bike racks, and locked Sally up there. I’m completely out of the way and I’ve never seen a bicycle parked there – but we’ll see. People are ridiculously hateful to scooters, it seems. Frankly, they’re just jealous.

Today is my Friday!