The joys of a bus ride to the airport

Feeling much better after the 24-hour dose of whatever it was: to avoid having to cook dinner, I suppose I had better add that I feel "better", not "well". These precisions are important in negotiations.

But what a glorious day. Sunny, 25 degrees and, to cap it all, the final snow disappeared from the shad of the back garden. Had I not jumped back on the wagon, this would be cause for a celebration.

Mrs. Ottawacker took the boy on his first bus ride since Covid struck. We've tended to avoid public transit in Ottawa since (a) it is expensive; (b) it is shite; (c) it is unreliable; and (d) this unreliability leads to chronic overcrowding. You can add the OCTranspo board of directors to those who'll be against the wall come revolution day. (*That, should people be confused, is a joke.)

I managed to get out in the sun and started the first of the post-/pre-winter clean up, removing the flaking paint from the side doors. We have a family of Swiss coming to stay for 10 days over the summer and, with this in mind, need to make sure things are pristine. We have also installed cuckoo clocks in every room.

Plenty of phone time on the day too, none of which was much fun. But these are things that have to be done.