The pre-COVID plan for this weekend was to be in Montreal. Attending a work conference, sure, but also seeing friends. Getting proper bagels. Taking away coffee from Différance and Crew Collective. Maybe trying to sneak in a tasting menu at Toqué.
But.
Here we sat, once more. At least the weather seems to have finally turned. Not because we can be outside in it very much (unlike all the knob ends infesting Toronto’s parks right now) but because we can have the windows open to receive fresh breeze, and hear birds singing.
I finished The Last Dance this week, which somehow led to us watching Space Jam, which Lindsay had seen many times but I somehow never had. I’m desperate for a new show to hold my attention. I’m desperate to find the time to have a new show hold my attention.
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