Still here. Attila and I spent Sunday in Toronto. Most of our time was spent walking about, poking around my old neighbourhood, making note of changes and browsing book stores. Then it was down to the Free Times Cafe, another old stomping ground, to hear Steve Paul Simms and friends perform. Old familiar tunes, new tunes, old friends and new friends; we had a wonderful time.

We left the cafe to walk through gentle snowfall and the quiet streets to our car. There was nothing gentle though about the drive home. The snow, so benign when traveling on foot or at low speeds in downtown Toronto, became blinding as we travelled north on the highway. The roads became increasing snow covered, and in some locations slippery. We did pass one recent accident where a car heading south had done “donuts” and then taken out the guardrail; flashing police lights were heading south towards the scene. There was little traffic save for odd lone transport truck.

We arrived home at 1:30 a.m. Attila then stayed up to build and burn a fire in the masonry heater, and split the wood for the next morning’s burning. I headed to bed, so I don’t know how late he stayed up. Attila didn’t get much sleep.

Last night we turned in at nine, and here I am this morning at five. Attila and I both feel much better today.

Yesterday I worked all day. Unusual. Wonderful. Today I work all day again. Tomorrow I return to part time hours for the rest of the week. Next week I am only working three hours. Feast or Famine.

My quote for the day is a statement shares the same same sentiment that inspired my poem Noble Cause.

Worldly Distractions


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Condition: Cloudy
Pressure: 101.3 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -19.0°C
Dewpoint: -21.2°C
Humidity: 83 %
Wind: NNW 13 km/h
Wind Chill: -27


“He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars:
General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer.”
William Blake