|10:45 pm - We all know this drill|
It's February in Toronto. It snows. I shovel the snow, in spite of twinging tendinitis in my left arm. I clear great swathes of sidewalk about the neighbourhood, untouched from the last two or three dumps, which in winter-brain fashion I no longer remember. (Last Sunday night, for sure, but since? Before? Deponent knoweth not.) More snow falls, today and tomorrow and the day after. Shall shovel that as well.
Thai massage last night at heart-stopping prices (*and* they want you to tip as well- sheesh) loosens leg up wonderfully. Ten minute walk up the street tightens it again. Ah well.