I’m a commuter again. Sad but true. Especially after everything I said about those poor cottagers, and how lucky I was… nya nya nya nya…sigh. I am back to driving down to Toronto, either on Sunday night, or dark and early Monday morning. Then driving back up Friday night. I hate it. I hate everything […]
Those two words can only go together when one doesn’t have to be back in the city on Monday, after a hideous drive down from the cottage the night before.