No, below is not the Prime Minister’s belly, it belongs to my patriotic daughter, whose once-tiny Canadian flag tattoo is much more prominent now. She is spending today with friends in
the suburbs who have a pool; she and her flag are anxious to spend some time weightless.
When I called my mother, she couldn’t talk because she was being led to an exercise class. Of sorts.
It’s a holiday weekend, with nothing but sunny skies predicted. This means the city will empty, and us non-cottagey types will have lots of quiet. It’s very quiet right now in my too-big house. Time for a snack. Your faithful correspondent is one happy, happy camper.