Oakville

The day starts early with a breakfast of bacon and eggs. After being in an Islamic country it feels so good to be back to eating smoked pork like the true infidel that I am.
Then it's time to read the Globe and mail cover to cover and maybe some back copies of Macleans or the Economist that are scattered about the house.

I joined my Grampa on Friday for the weekly lunch with the boys. In this case the average age of the boys was 75. I was the only one who was presented with a menu because by now the waitress had memorized everyones favorites.

It's all very pleasant but I'm getting a little restless so I'm looking forward to school on Tuesday. My life has been in boxes and backpacks for too long.