Pretty good day so far. It started well: one of my favourite things to do on Saturday morning is roll out of bed, flop on the couch, switch on SportsCentre and read the paper. Michael made up for a night of not bugging me by lying right in my armpit while I tried to read. Cute, but inconvenient.

I met T-Bone at Eggstasy (the new one on Bay, not the old one on Church) for breakfast, and I’m surprised either of us could move after. I had french toast — six pieces of it — and a pile of apple crumble in the middle. real maple syrup too.

After breakfast we wandered around, hung out, picked up a few things, and strolled up through the annex (past my old apartment at Dupont & Spadina). We were hoping to burn off enough breakfast to make room for some ice cream, as we wanted to check out Madeleines. As we sat there, eating our treats (my dish of crème brûlée was good, but they gave T-Bone maple walnut and insisted it was almond mocha) we saw our friend Duarte walk down the street, swigging his water and digging on his iPod. Anyway, it was good to spend that time with T-Bone. She’s recently finished sixteen weeks of jury duty on a murder trial so brutal I can barely imagine it. I’m glad she’s back.

After going our separate ways at the subway station I stopped in at Harry Rosen where two new suits have been waiting since before I went to Europe. There some mixups with the sizes, but I’ll have them in my hot little hands by the end of the week. A few errands on the way home, and now I can relax and read for a few hours before I get down to work.