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Holy fuck, how time flies in no discernible proportion to the amount of fun one is having!
I am currently bringing it to you from Montreal, and I will give you a brief pictorial recap of how it has been so far.
Me on days one and two and part of three (from a sculpture on the corner of St. Denis & Sherbrooke):

Me today, on the balance of day three:

See, it’s cloudy, but they’re the big puffy clouds. And have you ever seen such a blue sky? That’s the view from my terrace, garçons et filles, I kid you not. As for the first few days, I don’t know what is up with me and travelling, but it is not good. I was freaking out in my brother’s direction yesterday, and he emailed me back to tell me that he’s almost always the same way when he’s somewheres foreign, so…at least I’m not alone in the universe. Good to know.
Tomorrow I fly from here to Winnipeg, where Poke and the boys will pick me up. I will hang out with them for a few days (over Thomas’ fourth birthday) and then fly home in time (god willing and the creek don’t rise) for Paul Simon’s appearance at the Orpheum. I feel crowing about my happiness is only likely to attract disaster, but I just have to tell you: row four. Every other time he has come to town, something crappy has prevented me from attending, so I will not be entirely surprised if my plane blows up next Wednesday (Fucking Paul Simon!) but if it doesn’t, row four, baby. Row four.