the dark ages

Well thank goodness I have internet, for I shall have no cell phone service this week.  Guess that's just the way the barracuda bounces.  (Sorry, that's a bad MER related joke- which, incidentally, MER is full of really bad jokes)

My homestay here on the Canadian border had been housing tour actors forever.  My boss Don stayed here back when he was a tour actor.  They are very nice people with grown up children, electric blankets, a TV downstairs that seriously must be from 1975, and a brewery in the same bathroom I am using to shower and brush my teeth in (don't worry it's huge- and the brewing smells really nice!)  For any tour actor's reading this, Don was not kidding when he did that "fake" presenter call where his homestay brewed their own beer in the basement.  They seriously do.  And it's damn good.