My triumphant return

I have managed to escape the vacuum that is Toronto. (Toronto being the centre of the universe, after all). I had a very nice dinner at the Sheraton at the airport, and a wee pint of Keith's, so the flight home was pleasant.

Indeed, there were two wee ones just up from me. (About 18 months and shiny brand new) Both were delightfully well behaved, and there was not a peep out of them.

Going to bed now. . .

PS - thanks for waving back at me Loribeth. . . .