I'm procrastinating on the minutes of the choir board meeting, which I can barely look at without going all grey in the head. There's also an executive meeting to document, and the weekly newsletter to write, and I don't wanna do any of it.

But I will. Sigh.

It snowed this morning, so this is the day when I really must put the snow-brush in the car. The buttons are coming off my boiled wool coat, just in time for winter, so I took it to the tailor shop. Sure, anyone else would just do the job herself, but my fingertips have lost so much sensation that handling a needle is really difficult; also, I can barely see to thread it. Plus I just plain hate sewing, which I think I'm allowed. If not now, when?

Stilly, there is, indeed, a train station in Stratford; we're on the main line from Toronto to Windsor. This town used to be a support hub for the Grand Trunk Railway, and the wreckage of the locomotive shop is still cluttering about two acres of prime commercial land.

Since you like poring over Ontario travel routes on Google Maps, take a look at the stretch of Highway 7 that connects the city of Peterborough and the town of Perth. Near the half-way point, you'll see the village of Madoc, lying south of Highway 7 and north of Moira Lake, bisected by Highway 62. Where 7 and 62 meet, just a tick north of Madoc, Tim Horton's sits on the northwest corner and McDonald's on the northeast corner.

Take a look at what else is there -- not much, right? An Ultramar gas station and an Ontario Provincial Police station. The rest is nuttin' but rocks, trees, bush, and highway.

So if someone wants to meet you at the Tim's by Madoc, there's not much chance of confusion. And Dorothy's car was probably the only Prius in Hastings County that day.