Catherine and I are in Halifax for three days this week while Oliver is in the loving care of his Nana and Poppa back at home. This will be the longest that both of us have been away from wee O since, well, ever. He seemed quite non-plussed by the prospect of our extended absence; his only concern, according to Catherine, was that we be back in time for Valentine’s Day.
We’re using our time here in the Big City to do all the things one can’t do back in the Little City. Like eating chili-pepper infused food, Turkish mezes and drinking good coffee, shopping for organic cotton boxer shorts (well, not exactly “shopping,” more “marveling at the sheer variety of stuff on sale here”).