I take the first flight out of Vancouver. I fly east, watching the sky brighten with the winter sun and quickly reaching midday luminescence. I arrive in Toronto by mid-afternoon. I am not a fan of morning flights going east: I leave early in the day and arrive at the end of the day, as if I spent a whole day in the plane. I much prefer the 'red-eyes', waking up with a full day ahead.
I hit the tarmac running--my phone rings as I am walking to the baggage area. Nancy is in the neighbourhood. Will I have an hour to meet and catch up? Both our lives are so busy that when our spheres approach each other, I try to make it work.
I toy with the idea of attending Soulpepper Theatre’s “A Christmas Carol” this evening, but they only had one seat left. Option is to get a standing room ticket or just putter around at home. I opted for the latter. After all, how much can I fit into a day?
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