We got back yesterday from a week in France. We landed early-afternoon, got reamed by customs, took a looooong cab ride home thanks to the Scotiabank marathon, and had lunch and a few beers at Eastbound. We came home with a plan to nap for an hour or so, then get up to unpack, do laundry, eat dinner, etc.
What actually happened is that we woke up 12 hours later and went straight to work, which looks to be a maelstrom this week.
Much more to come, as soon as I can find the time. In the meantime I’ll just keep missing this sort of thing terribly:
Cover photo from Sandaya