It's bloody cold again today. The wind is bullying its way down Spadina toward the lake, and when you're walking into it, it whips your breath away. It's probably nothing compared to what it'll be a month from now, but as they say, "it takes awhile for the blood to thicken up."
Anyway, a couple of fortuitous and timely text messages around noon led to me facing that wicked wind up a short way to hook up with my sister for a beer later in the afternoon following her shift in the "plant" (CBC TV). Okay, mostly I ran – that gnarly wind was trying its best to knock me over, and so the only thing to do is just rev up and run into it.
There are few things better than a spontaneous few hours with a sister. A short walk finds a warm pub, a few pints and even a shared bowl of poutine.* And all things and are now caught up, off our chests, worked out, planned, agreed, arranged, shared and justified. Even the poutine.
*For the benefit of my non-Canadian friends, poutine is a sinful French-Canadian concoction of french fries, gravy and cheese curds. When the wind is blowing like that, poutine is 100% justifiable. And well, beach wear is months away…