I miss my cat. That puts me uncomfortably close to becoming "that girl," but it's true. I think maybe staying in a domestic environment and spending lots of time alone (plus being in a city chalk-full of puppies) makes me notice it more than on other trips, but there you have it.
It is delightful to be in a city full of attractive men who smile at you on the street. Altogether too rare in Toronto and a very nice little treat. I realize to further avoid becoming "that girl" this point should have come first...
I was walking home yesterday in the rain and my sidewalk came to an unexpected end. In order to get over to where the sidewalk had diverged to, I had to climb through a big steel barricade. I got one leg through the middle, bent over to duck through, and was reminded abruptly that I had my backpack on both shoulders. There was a very funny/humiliating moment reminiscent of Pooh-Bear getting stuck in Rabbit's hole. Fortunately, I forced myself through and may have escaped without witnesses.
Finally, another rainy day has saved me from myself. I picked up some groceries, made a return trip to fix a mistake on the bill, and spent the rest of the day reading in a Starbucks and on the beach. Flipping delightful :)
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