Just got back (as far as Toronto) from another successful week on the east coast. I spent most of the week working in windowless rooms, but with great people, and every so often I'd get a glimpse of the Saint John harbour. Friday was a travel day and fortuitously a colleague convinced me that fish and chips from the market was really the only choice for lunch (thanks Karen!). Turns out that was my last meal for many hours as my plane had to wait for a takeoff window in the blizzard that settled in late in the afternoon. By the time I landed in Toronto, most of the ugly weather here was over.

Bob says there's still plenty of snow up in Owen Sound, but I'm coming home anyway. I'm hoping Mum will let me try her new snowshoes before everything melts.