I don’t think I can handle much more driving. It’s only a couple of weeks until I move to Toronto, so I know I won’t be spending the rest of my life on the highway, but seriously the two months have been totally out of hand. I remember I used to like driving, but I guess during my years in Prague I become really fond of being the passenger. Well it only looks like I have a handful of drives left. 2 drives to Toronto and 1 back to Kingston and 1 big one to Connecticut to help M’s stepbrother and his financee move to Hartford.
Speaking of fiancees, two more of my dearest friends have decided to take the plunge. However, as one of them is a blogger in this family of blogs, we can just wait for him to break the news to everyone. Just prepare yourselves for it.
Me? I’m good. I survived the black out quite nicely. We only lost power in Kingston for 5 hours and M, my sister and I had left Toronto a mere 45 minutes before it happened. Having enough gas for the trip home was our only big concern. In fact, when the lights came on and M, Mum and I were in an intense game of candle lit trivial pursuit, it was almost like the magic had been broken.
I’m sure people who had to throw away the entire contents of their fridge, boil drinking water and use the “gravity method” to flush their toilets saw no magic in the situation whatsoever.
HRH
