We are adjusting to the go-nowhere rules, made easier by the blustery weather. This morning, we saw our first Lake Effect storm of the season, with line squalls blowing through town and monsoon-like rain.

Our neighbours who went to Mexico last week are supposed to come home today but might not make it. According to their dog-sitter, one member of the family party of 10 is running a fever. Oh, shit.

The Stratford Festival has now cancelled performances to the end of May and promised refunds, probably a result of the big federal relief program announced yesterday. I'm glad the festival will almost certainly survive, but this crisis will certainly winnow Stratford's many hospitality businesses.

Meanwhile, we are planning a supermarket dash at 0700 tomorrow morning. Here's hoping they have broccoli and cauliflower at Zeyr's.