In Ottawa, visiting Auntie Do, going strong – well, not so strong – at 93, and tomorrow, my brother and his family. No time to write, as I’m stealing the internet from somewhere in her building, and it may vanish instantly as it did yesterday. Glad to be here.

Salmon run on the Humber River, Curran Stikuts, and Malcolm Gladwell
The other day I was on my bike coming back from St. John’s Bakery with a backpack full of bread
