Ottawa is having an unusually warm autumn; here we are at the end of September and no sign of frost yet. Yesterday's high was 27C, which is just wrong.

The phone menu misery Stilly describes is one of my new bugbears, too. I have to contact the Government of Canada Pension Centre to tell the minions there that I have moved, but I can't get beyond the first hurdle without my Pension Number, which is, of course, in a document that is still in a filebox that is still in a stack in the half-organized study.

That can wait until tomorrow. Or next week.

Antosh the stair guy is hard at work, but taking long breaks on the porch to manage some kind of divorced-parent crisis by phone. I am so glad that bullet never came for me.