resurfacing.

The fog of vacation is starting to lift.

On a walk this morning I was enjoying that rare and fleeting sense of euphoria that only coffee brings. I had thirty clever things to write here. Now I have none...

Except that Eric really wants me to follow up on the Canada post to include Tim Hortons on the list of all good things Canadian. Tim Hortons... because you always want a donut, and because when you decided to drive across New Foundland in the middle of the night there was a shining brand-new Tim Hortons on the horizon; a mirage amidst utter desolation and moose in the middle of the road.

See you tomorrow.