So yes, I spent time in Canada, which was wonderful and full of mixed emotions and so hard to leave in so many ways. My flight from Calgary was supposed to be Monday night, but then it was cancelled and I spent four! hours! in lines! waiting for some answers. I flew out the next morning, via Victoria. Victoria has a tiny little airport, and we flew in right at sunrise into a sunny day. The next day it snowed 24 cm there. Today, back home, it's been snowing for the past three days. Only a very compelling reason would send me north, not south, on a winter vacation. (For clarity's sake: The following is not that reason.)
She looks so lonely. Our other dog, Bella, was put to sleep yesterday. I've never been much of a dog person, and lord were they annoying sometimes, but she was our dog for six years. All the emotions and exhaustion of the weekend caught up with me, and I held her and cried. She is buried in our backyard under a tree.