It's been an extremely strange series of days. I suppose I should work my way backwards through them so they make more sense.
Yesterday, Trevor and Tracy came to the city, I guess to see one of their friends off to Amsterdam. We hung out a bit in the evening, and it was pretty swell to see part of the gang again. Hopefully things weren't too awkward.
The day before, one of my best friends was admitted to hospital for an unknown reason. He and I work at the same place, so work was thrown into chaos. He's alright. Whatever affected him was short-lived and not harmful. My relief was palpable.
I've reorganized my room. Every time I change something, I walk in and think I'm in the wrong place. It doesn't have my telltale clutter anymore - although by comparison, most would call my clutter clean.
Anyway, I don't have a lot else to report. I'll be leaving for Montreal again in April. Expect photos, and perhaps a few stories about poutines and Montreal smoked meat.
The photo: the sunset drive, which we've all seen sometime.