Today is a statutory holiday in Ontario — “Family Day” because nobody could think of a better reason to celebrate in the dead heart of winter — so every official routine event takes place 24 hours later than usual this week. That includes garbage and recycling pick-up. The weather looks deeply unpromising, with a colourless sky and snow in the forecast, so I’ve no idea what fun and games families are likely to enjoy except maybe Dungeons & Dragons in a nice cosy house.
As for me, I shall change the bed linen, which has achieved peak cat hair, and do the laundry. Hydro rates are lowest on Sundays and stat holidays, and yesterday I just didn’t wanna.
The weekend was comparatively mild, so I hoofed around the neighbourhood, staying in the long park as much as possible. The people who clear the delightfully walkable paths in the park evidently work to a much higher performance standard than the contractors who plow the city sidewalks, which are consistently mucky and potentially lethal in places due to great lumpy slabs of refrozen slush.