Spent most of the day yesterday driving around with William. Great fun, although he kept apologising as each search turned out to be futile. We will return to the gem show next week end.

We had dropped Cathy off at the Distillery District. She and her best friend went to a play and later when we picked Cathy up and I went off to meet my best friend at an excellent independent place called the Coffee Bean. We ate felafel at what is considered to be the best place in town and went to a rather disappointing film festival at The Bloor.

I returned by train, somewhat perplexed to find that I had to wait an hour for the last train. Still, I had my book and time to explore the grand station. Some years ago I went into that same great hall and figured where the other termini were across Canada, but there was one I did not recognise and I determined to find out where this mysterious place was. Well yesterday I looked again at all the names carved high up in stone. I knew them all and could not remember which of them had seemed exotic twenty years ago. Perhaps, I reflected, I have truly become Canadian.

Got back very late. The evening had turned cold and today it has rained all morning. Cathy says the plants needed it.

Woody Allen films on Bravo. Matthew was enchanted by Mighty Aphrodite.

Took SS back to hospital. Praying for myself for a change. Actually protection mantras work both ways.

Morning meeting very long. Some people wanted to send a troublesome client back to another program. After some argument, without thinking, I mumbled something like,"But he's our client, it's our job to take care of him". B of B laughed and said, "What did you say? Can you say it louder please". Well I did and you can imagine how popular THAT made me. In the end I had to leave the meeting to do the regular ten o'clock service. That B of B is liking me too much.

I was looking for an image of a hypodermic needle as today we had to deal with a possible, I say possible because we couldn't find out what was ailing Mr L, although something plainly was, a possible heroin overdose. It was more strange than disquieting for me to stand there hoping the man would not nod off into a coma and death. He was OK and they got him to the hospital quickly.

Anyway this needle is infinitesimally small and it was sharpened by men, or women, or both. The developing nano world is getting to be far more impressive than the mega one.

I took SS to hospital today. Not quite as frantic as scene herewith.



In fact, I fell asleep while he was in with the doctor. With all his tests, we were away four hours.

Again 16X8 boxes left out for recycling.

Weight still falling.

I thought this was Edward Hopper. It is a photograph.

When I was a child, I would steal into the larder and help myself to a spoonful of this nectar of the Gods. Later I would mix it into tinned rice pudding. My mother insisted so much on healthy foods, that, for years, I avoided salads and am still very suspicious of fresh fruit. Raspberries excepted.

Drove into the city twice to help David move out of his place. He was quite sad to leave it. Fabulous view of downtown, but, with ultra thin walls, he could hear what his neighbours on either side were saying.



Cathy broke down and bought her first cell phone. This morning it is already lost as she did not set the ring tone. Someone moved it and we have no way of finding it, beyond determined search and chance.



I hope David does not stay long as his natural voice is very loud and the downstairs areas very noisy, being tile and bare floorboards. I had to thump on our bedroom floor at three in the morning as in the old days.



Lovely three days off, sleeping in till noon and doing what I please most of the days as the others were all out or asleep. As usual, Labour Day turns out to be "far niente" day.

Why is it that Googling "sleeping" and "indolence" produces images almost exclusively of women? Lovely as they are.