So, my hard drive crashed. You knew that.

Then I flew to BC and almost (ALMOST!) had to make the five-hour flight without any airplane knitting. Coffee stirrers to the rescue:

(It should be noted that this photo almost gave my friend Chris a heart attack. “You’ll ruin the needles! Can I send you some?” I’ve already replaced the $2.00 bamboo needles I hated, dear, but thank you.)

BC was a mix. Part a wonderful re-introduction to the family and my place in it…

and part people stressing me out about my wedding,  made worse by the fact that the people imposing it had no idea how miserable they were making me.

Then we had a miserable trip home that involved sitting on the tarmac in Toronto for three hours waiting for Air Canada to get their stuff together post-thunderstorm, and then a truly miserable cab ride back to my apartment during which the cab driver ran a red light and then said “I do that a lot, I don’t know why.”

Now we’re both back safely to our homes, but KB’s bike is missing. Stolen? We aren’t yet sure. Besides that, I’ve mysteriously broken my left big toe… which is a problem for many reasons, most notably that I’m short and use my tip-toes a great deal in my day to day life.