Our first night in Toronto was, in a word, “horrible”. The bed is too small, it’s too hard, and the curtains are insufficient and, in parts, non-existent so that the street lights (and, at approximately 2:30 a.m., the flashing police lights) streaming in to our bedroom made sleep almost impossible. ALMOST impossible because I was so exhausted I could have fallen asleep – if it wasn’t for Jelly’s crying keeping me up. Eventually, I had to set her down behind the bed to shield from the light so that she eventually dozen off – at just after 3:00 a.m. – only to wake up with the sun. Of course.
Today, we were off in search of tape and black material so that we could create our own blackout curtains. And also some winter coats. And boots. It’s cold! 4 degrees celsius/39 fahrenheit. WTF? Toronto was actually warmer than Vancouver – until yesterday when the temperature suddenly dropped to near freezing – coincidentally, on the day of our arrival! The fates continue to conspire against me.
Thanks to everyone that offered advice on dealing with Bubba’s separation anxiety. The problem has sort of sorted itself out for the time being. The poor little guy has howled himself hoarse and now just squawks -
On the bright side, a full day in and the eating has been good. For lunch, pork belly buns at Banh Mi Boys -
And then back to Buca for a thank-you dine with Jeff -
Speaking of Jeff who is flying out tomorrow, he dropped by to say goodbye to his flying companion and new best friend -
Heading into the office tomorrow.
Wonder what we’re having for lunch…