Every year I dislike this more:
This year it’s been relentless. I’m tired of your icy sidewalks. I’m tired of it hurting to just walk outside. I’m tired of your grey monotones. I’m tired of cold feet and numb fingers and whipping winds. I’m leaving you Toronto.
I'm officially on holidays. I even took (almost) an extra week at the last minute.
I hope to blog. I've got a couple of posts in my head I want to get out there before I leave Sunday. I've got a fancy new phone that should facilitate quicky picture posts at the very least. After that, who knows? I've gotten so I don't know how to do anything online without an instant wireless connection. And where I'm going, it's all "huh? wireless what?"