and then our exile

It's actually not 12.01am tomorrow, instead is after maghrib the previous day, i'm just time-warping myself. So: over the past twenty-four hours myself, Oma, Ammiji, Sparklehorse, Sami Yusuf, a thermos of very bad coffee, and a missile-like stove have driven 1100kilometres. If we did this for two weeks we'd be in Damascus. To Saskatoon and back, returning just in time to be just a little late for jum'ah, staying at the masjid long enough for two of the Nu'imi brothers to call me a hippy. No time now to say more, just that people must always go to the Co-Op behind Frankl*n's Inn (in Sherwood Park), as it is a very good place to be. But: if anyone who reads this has Br. H*ud's newest phone number they need to let me know as soon as possible.