It’s weird: whenever the most stuff has happened to me, the less I will tend to write about it. Especially Monday morning, after a whole weekend of fun (hopefully), I will hardly eek out a small paragraph of just the bare facts.
(Interruption: I’m on the greyhound bus in downtown Toronto, just about to get on the freeway (sorry Ontarians, “highway”) back to KW. The toolbar icon on my notebook computer just popped up saying it had automatically connected to a wireless network, but by the time I could get a browser open to try it, we had already driven out of range. Soon my precious, soon ... )
Back to the weekend: I guess I forgot to mention on Friday that I would be returning to Canada Saturday morning. I hung out with my friend Jeni in Berkeley on Friday night until she drove me to the airport at 3:30AM (Thanks!) Then I slept at SFO until 6am when I could finally check-in. This (sleeping) was difficult because even this early in the morning when no one is around, the loudspeaker will remind you every five minutes that if you leave your bags unattended you are a terrorist.
Saturday and Sunday I spend with my loving girlfriend in fabulous (but rainy) Toronto, mostly eating and shopping and laying around and watching Alien 3.
12:07:46 PM 
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