I'm off to the Northlands to escape golf. Also to find the mythical Maison Canadienne de la Pizza et les Ordures, to try a pizza squishee, and to see whether the money really does smell like maple syrup.
Oh and to maybe just to relax and not worry about all that bullshit for a week or so until the madness in my neighborhood passes. I won't say that I won't blog from there because, well, I probably will. Jusqu'à ce que plus tard...
