To the bank again this morning for a draft with which to pay the movers — way too much for any other payment method available to me right now — and then to the post office to send it off to London (Ontario) by express post. “When would it get to London?” I asked the sweet young thing behind the counter. “Which London?” she asked in reply, quick as a flash. Ah, said I to myself, I’m back in the big city.

Then I went to the community centre around the corner from my new house and paid for a full-access pass good for a year. With the 20 percent veterans’ discount, it costs about the same as the YMCA in Stratford. I’ll have to retrieve my workout wear and at least one towel before I can start using the facilities, but I don’t want to put it off too long. It’s far easier to break a good habit than a bad one.