It's nearly 11, and I'm about as drained as I've ever been. It's snowing in Ottawa, and a very energetic baby does not want to go to sleep; my arms are falling off from holding 23 pounds of wriggle.
3 words about my mother's memorial event tonight: It was perfect.
As you can imagine, there will be more than 3 words about it coming your way. But not right now.
Friday, January 18, 2013
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