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Toronto – Halifax

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

"Home" again. That visit was too short. My girlfriend and I spent the better part of the day in Toronto, shopping (of all things). I've been looking for a beard trimmer ever since my last one went into a box that didn't get to Halifax during my move. But I had no luck. My girlfriend had better luck with some bowls for her mum and an electric toothbrush. I've always thought that the things were a bit of a wank, but she hopes that they'll prevent the gagging problem she's always had with the real thing.

We ate a late lunch at a friendly "sport-pub" (when did the term "bar" go out of fashion?) on Bayview where they had things like "All Day Hangover" breakfast on the menu.

I got in at around 23:00 and was met at the airport by Charlie and Andrea. We had to boot it back to the city because Charlie was babysitting some kind of systems event, and he'd realized after setting something up to automate the monitoring that he'd left that routine in a state where it could take down the paging systems by flooding everything with several pages per second. Needless to say, we made good time.