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Got up early. Today we were driving all the way to Whitehorse.

The drive itself was routine at this point. The road to Whitehorse passes through the Southern Lakes region of the Yukon, and some of these lakes are just freakin' huge. Marsh Lake in particular, along which the road winds for some ten or fifteen kilometers, unrolls as a vast stretch of vivid green water. The odometer clicked over relentlessly until finally we pulled into the capital of the Yukon.

I was awake and out of bed by 0530. I don't know if it was the early bedtime, the lack of darkness, or my subconscious desire to get the hell out of the dump of a campground we'd had the misfortune to choose, but I wasn't getting any more sleep in Fort Nelson. The bathroom facilities at our campground were utterly disgusting, so after breakfast, I treated myself to a sponge bath in the trailer. We drove through a mudhole, past the charred remains of what had once, years ago, been some kind of building, past the long-sealed secondary bathrooms, and out of the campground.

The trip from Hudson's Hope to Fort Nelson was my first taste of the Alaska Highway. I was rather disappointed. The scenery was bland and uneventful. There is no reason to travel this stretch of highway other than to get to the other end. Of course, the original purpose of the Alaska Highway was to move military materiel from the continental United States to Alaska during the Second World War.

I got an early start on Monday morning. Out of bed at 5:30, I shovelled in a quick breakfast, threw on some clothes, and jumped into my already-loaded truck. I was wheels-up at 6:30, bound for Prince George. When I got there, I transferred my stuff into my dad's truck, and we took off, Scamp in tow, headed north.

So, I wake up this morning, at about a quarter to five, and decided to get up. Between my usual insomnia, and my sinus troubles causing me to snort like a mad rhinoceros, further sleep was impossible.

Since Canada Day fell on a Wednesday this year, my week's been totally screwed up. I feel like another week sneaked in there somewhere. Especially since this Canada Day was far busier for me than usual.

The latest chapter in my coffee-table-building saga sent me looking for dowel markers. Apparently, they've nearly all ascended to the metaphysical state of wild geese.

Got a haircut today, which is a big deal concerning the weather. On a hot day like this, (27°C), You sure notice losing a pound of thick curly locks from the top of your head. I've had a lot of people cut my hair over the years, and lots of them have commented on how wonderful and thick my hair is.

This weekend I found my cat using the bathroom sink as a toilet. "Not good," thought I, "for he only does that when he's sick." My concern only deepened as I noticed a reddish tinge in the little spot of urine in the sink.

Something I've run across since my switch to Compiz on my laptop, which I figured I'd report here so that I can find the answer later on. (and some other reader out there might find it useful too)