An afternoon spent in Toronto, bouncing between galleries, strolling briskly, caught in the only rain of the day, eating delicious burritos, saying goodbye for another two months to one of our very favourite people; I wish she could remain.

Strawberries were on sale tonight. Gin wasn't, but it came home with us anyway. "I feel like an old man in really great clothes when I drink gin", I said to him in the parking lot.

I can't believe it's 9 o'clock. Or May second. How did we get here so quickly?