Wet Dog

Don'cha just love the smell of wet dog in the morning? It certainly is eye-opening. Gets ya moving right along, almost as well as coffee. And even better is when your wet dog knocks your cofffee all over your desk, spilling onto important papers. My favourite way to start the day.

So you're probably all dying to know how our weekend was! Hold on to your horses, I'll tell you. It was wonderful. Relaxing. Quiet. Didn't get any sleep because I don't sleep well in strange beds, but nice to get away none-the-less. On Saturday we lunched here and dined here. We walked through Nathan Phillips Square, didn't see anybody playing Jazz for the Jazz Festival, but we did see artisans and craft tents. We noticed that some of the stores in the Eaton's Centre looked open so we decided to go in and much to our surprise, the whole mall was open! On Canada Day! Apparently they are now considered a Tourist Attraction and are allowed to be open on public holidays. We didn't go see any fireworks Saturday night because it was raining, so we opted to stay in.

On Sunday we met with some people who will be in our travel group and brunched here. It is going to be one fun trip to China! We had a great time and our lunch was over all too soon.

So now it's back to work - the new normal of summertime with kids constantly talking and sharing my desk space. The wet dogs are back outside, giving my olfactory a much needed respite, and I need to clear all the toys off my desk and actually do something productive this morning...instead of just pretending...