and then our exile

So, April 02. My feet are cold. And hands. Yesterday i was pleased with myself, as i took all ka:fers out of my room, alive. This morning inaugerates the Reign Of The Mosquito, except Noor killed it.
Okay, enough about bugs. For now, today is the last jum'ah on campus. Father-mine leaves on Monday;Thursday has morning-plans; next weekend is the Edmonton-Calgary faceoff ('Abdul Kareem "brought out of retirement" and whatnot. i'm not yet sure if i go, but still.), and Noor is 14. See Zacharia perhaps too. May 01 or 02 is processional (?). Then workish, and as soon as exams are over in Saskatoon for a week, whereafter Seattle for another week. If American-people lock me up you will need to help ("it's not paranoia if they really are out to get you"). I return, and input all energies into the building of the hujrah, planting trees and cutting grass. Also plans for outside-sleeps and much stargazing. August 7th is the now-famous Wuddistan Happy Day, and then at some point around the 9th, i depart (deep-art).
Next summer i spend my time going here and there with a backpack, and ISMing. The summer after that my mother and i are on canoe-trip in northern Canadada, and in about ten years i'm booked for the 55k Birkebeiner.
I think that's all for now. The plans themselves aren't that radikal, just that mental processes for the deep-arting are getting more concrete and so on.