Homeward Bound, Eh

This afternoon, Larry and I will make our annual holiday pilgrimage north to his hometown of Toronto.

As he left for work this morning, he was still grumbling about George's latest cunning plan on foreign relations. "Pack an extra toothbrush," he told me. "If he does anything stupid this weekend, we're not coming back."

Given those conditions, I fear it's a given I'll be spending the winter drinking non-imported Export and Tim Horton's decaf.