On my last day in Stratford, a classic heavy lake-effect squall rolled into town and dumped lots and lots of water on us while I was trotting around doing my last errands. Fortunately I was wearing a Marmot rain jacket, but I don’t have rain pants so I returned to Ruth’s house in dripping jeans.

The house money has landed, so I paid off my bloated credit card bill.

Tomorrow promises to be as wet as today. Okay, that’s just my luck. Let’s hope that the 401 between Kitchener and the entry to 407 is not totally choked … But who am I kidding? The Friday before Labour Day is always mad. Wish me luck!