Something exciting and dramatic happened today. I say exciting because it’s not something that happens every day in my neighbourhood, much less on my street. But for us poor schmucks in lockdown, exciting means it’s a diversion from the same old routine, right?
My son’s last quadmester (4th semester consisting of two subjects due to remote/virtual learning) began a couple of weeks ago. It will run until the end of June, probably online. And then, he’ll have graduated grade 10 from inside of his bedroom. Thank you Mr. Trudeau and Mr. Ford. You are both equally to blame. (Don’t at me unless you’re Justin or Doug, I’m not going to rant and debate about this today.)
Second of all, as is standard at this time of year (beginning with cooler weather), some people in this house are feeling a little run down. They made the decision to cancel all activities out of the house (of which there are oh so many – not 🙄) and remain here in the house at all times.
Every once in a while I cook an elaborate breakfast. Today, it was French toast. With the last loaf of bread, almost no maple syrup, but plenty of cinnamon and a tiny sprinkle of sugar. And some peameal bacon ha.