Stuck in a Furrow

It is so bad yet I can't help but watch.

Make sure you pay careful attention to the lyrics. They don't get much better than this!



And my personal fave...

Note to self: Do not move to Toronto. Driving the 401 is a royal pain in the..well..you know.

I am on the final 2 days of my trip. It has been a long one and I'm ready, more than ready, to be on my way home. I just have a little business to do in Lindsay, ON.

Hang out with Paul Brandt.






What a hard life I have.

We flew out of NB this morning...right before the travel advisory was in effect. Apparenlty Hurricane Nole was downgraded to "just" a tropical storm but it was enough to have me wanting to be landlocked again.

I got to spend the afternoon in Toronto with my college roomie, Carolyn. The time was never long enough and it was sad to hug her goodbye in the mall parking lot. I was glad that she met me at the airport. I followed her out in my rental car (which is a Dodge...sorry Dad) and I think if I didn't have her to guide me, I would have been horribly lost. We had lunch and did some shopping. It was grand.

I figured out how to get on the 401 again and it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Traffic was slow going in places but it never really stopped. I am more nervous about having to find my way BACK to the airport during rush hour on Monday.

I could end up crying on the side of the road if I get frustrated or lost. The thought of missing my flight makes my stomach lurch.

I am now in my small but clean hotel room in Lindsay. It is no Fairmont Algonquin, but it will do. There is a king size bed.
And a TV and free wireless internet.

And a Tims just up the road.

What more do I need?