Sacre bleu, what a day.

[c9]

- got up early, made sure leapfish was fed and watered for his train ride to Montréal
- biked to the grocery store, bought too much, biked precariously home
- walked to the wine store, bought hopefully just enough, walked home
- walked to the beer store carrying 30 empties, walked home carrying 24 full bottles and a receipt that provides no evidence as to whether or not the empties were worth anything
- showered, dressed
- Air Canada Web Check-In gives me seat 13D
- discovered leapfish took his keys with him, contrary to the strategic plan
- frantically got ready, fed cats, cleaned litter box, cleaned up brand new not-very-convenient hairball
- caught bus to cat-sitter's home, dropped off my keys
- called and rerouted my shuttle bus
- played fetch with Farley until the bus arrived
- new shuttle bus is comfy, traffic is light, Pearson appears quickly!
- bought two new books and some dinner and a Starbucks milkshake
- discover Peter MacKay in seat 31D, inwardly gloat
- cab to hotel to get corporate apartment keys, then cab to corporate apartment
- type all this drivel

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Comments

[c9.livejournal.com]

It's all about the aisle on crowded flights. Which these days are commonly called "flights."

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[ironmanjt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, of course, when you take the aisle it's inevitable that Joe-400lbs sits in the middle seat.