And so it's Monday.

Sunday afternoon I went to a baby shower. There was lots of food and happy people and I had quite a nice time. So, so, so much baby talk. Nothing like discussing pregnancy, labour and childrearing to make one contemplate that infernal biological clock (if such a thing exists). Sure puts the pressure on and forces you to consider the path you've chosen, fo' sho'.

Not to mention the woman who hosted the shower lives in such a great place. Her and her beau recently bought a loft-style condo in False Creek and it's just so very nice. Makes me feel like I need to get on with it and find a nice place to live and make a life etc, etc, etc. Not in a bad way, really. More in a hopeful, excited way. There are nice places to live in Vancouver and some people manage to make a life together and are happy together. Good to know.