Up a bit late, but
Up a bit late, but we made it up to Yonge and Eglinton to sign the lease on time. I had to take a half-hour intermission to talk to Steve in the precious window between root canal completion and pain-killer incapacitation, but we wrapped everything up nicely and we now have a place to live. Assuming, of course, that Madhava and George (our personal references) don’t slander us or anything. Yay!
(Not yay about slander, of course. Don’t get any ideas, boys.)
We popped downtown to have lunch with Dad at one of the restaurants in the Growlers pub-keiretsu, and then rushed back up to the hotel to check out and pick up my suit and go rent storage space — their last 5′x10′ unit! thanks, Fortune; we’re smiling too — and head to the train station.
My frigging compact flash card doesn’t fit in the Nomad. In fact, it’s not clear how, exactly, any sort of memory expansion would infiltrate the housing, but the manual must have clues. I hope Madhava’s interested in buying a never-used 128Mb CF carb, because otherwise I’ll have to buy a digital camera, and nobody wants that. Nobody sitting next to me on the train as I type this, at least.
Hey folks: remind me to mail Dad “my” spicy grilled shrimp recipe tonight. Thanks!
The layout I’m using here now, with the sidebar as the last <div>, sucks a little bit when the pages get as large as this one now is. More thinking required, but not until after Canada Day.