sundries

Just had a lovely dinner chez Emi-Lou and Kev-Dog. Mummy's in town for the night, so we all hung out. There was a nice fire—so welcome on this one of the coldest nights of the winter thus far! Yummy food—lovely homemade soup, homemade bread, mango and avocado salad. Some wine. Funny puppy dogs. Colin wasn't there. He's working hard trying to wrap up lose ends at work before leaving for Hong Kong on Saturday. I have a list of things to do after I drop him off at the airport: bring Au Lait to get her nails clipped, pick up my clothes at the seamstress, pick up some very necessary products at Mirror Mirror... relax.

I'm taking tomorrow off to go riding with some EatingWell co-workers at Bolton. Never been snowboarding there before. The last time I was there was for a Nordic ski race in 97. Or was it 98? I remember doing well in that race. Because it was wet, the snow was sticking to our skis and all the really good racers were too lazy or spoiled to work through it.

I'm tired. Think I'll go to bed.