I just sat down and reviewed my travel schedule for the next two weeks — a week in New Hampshire with our colleagues at Yankee Publishing followed by a week in Copenhagen for TH!NK2 — and realized that next weekend I’m flying from Toronto to Charlottetown on Friday afternoon and then, 18 hours later, flying back to Toronto, en route to Copenhagen via Frankfurt.
The ironic of this becomes somewhat more rollicking when you factor in that I’m going to Copenhagen to write about climate change.
And yet, rather than doing the sensible thing and staying overnight in Toronto, I’m going to follow through on my plans, simply to be able to spent 18 hours with Oliver and Catherine.
Family trumps planet.
It doesn’t make sense. Or it does.