Turned out we weren’t hit by two tornadoes but six.
Turned out we weren’t hit by two tornadoes but six.
I reached over to grab my phone, plugged to the charger because surely, the power must have been restored at one point during the night.
There are events you know you will recall vividly years later—what you were doing, where you were, how you dealt with the situation.
Years ago, I signed up with Virgin Mobile—a subsidiary brand of Bell—because back then, they offered the least worse deal. Now I'm trying Videotron.
Ottawa, Little Italy, September 2018 You’re leaving your family and your friends behind to start a new life in a huge country where you don’t know anyone. It is scary. What now? Take a deep breath...
Maybe it’s not too late to pick up another harmless activity—knitting? Rock climbing? Blogg—oh, never mind.
I check the lunch box to see if Mark enjoyed his “nutrition break”—no kidding, that’s how the school calls it (classes are “instructional blocks”). There are a couple of flyers inside.
Since I have room in my bag after gifting what I bring from Canada—typically clothes, sweets, maple syrup and a few North American goodies—I do a bit of shopping in France.
I feel pleasantly numb and it makes me smile. My evil plan worked—a four-hour night’s sleep to disconnect from reality. Take that, stupid brain!