After a delightful summer in the Okanagan I decided that it was time to head back East. I packed my bags, grabbed a flight, and winged by way Torontoward.

I know I leap from loving one place to another quite frequently, but Toronto and I are now intimate. I think he’s the one.

Mups has her own digs in Roncesvalles now, and a very adult job as an editor on David Rocco’s La Dolce Vita, and she let me shack up with her for an extended stint as I walked and wandered the city from top to bottom.

Bird was in town, post Italy, pre New York, and we managed to sun the days away at the TLTC. I ate a lot of salmon and wore a lot of sunscreen - my idea of bliss. All six Clergy Girls, by some brilliant stroke of luck, were in the same city at the same time, so we ate baked goods, drank wine, and sized up boyfriends. It was magic.