Our days in this purgatory are numbered. Praaaise! The engine is going in TODAY! It’s up on the hoists NOW having the pieces reassembled! Eric and I have been teetering on the edge of the abyss, holding on to our sanity, groping for good news. As amusing as it is to be coffee shop regulars, now recognizable by the staff at Arthur St, I’m over it. Too bad we’re only a few cappuccinos away on our loyalty card to our free drink! LE SIGH. Somehow we shall live with the heavy sacrifice while we cruise down Highway 8 (TOMORROW?!?!?!?!) giving this city the finger as it disappears in the rearview.

-K

^ I’ll fess up. We sit in the same corner every damn day. And this iiiisn’t it. But THE ALLEY out back is far more photogenic. Waggles eyebrows.
^ “I’ll just get up first and peek and make sure no one is out there. Then you come with the empty cups.”