Biodome

I took a couple days off. The day of the settlement and the wiring fiascos was a write off. Friday, I took A on the train to Montreal, during a massive snowstorm, through which I had to slog with a stoller, while she slept. The Montreal Metro was not made for strollers. I had to hoist her up dozens of stairs, thankfully with the help of kind strangers. I had to take multiple lines and buses and walk and . . . finally arrive before dark at my friend R's beautiful plateau apartment, where A woke, was happy, and watched Angelina Ballerina videos to her heart's content.

This morning we went to the Biodome where I tried to coax A to look at the Lynx and the monkeys and she ran around enthusing about the water fountain.

Now I'm at home and waiting for E to come and get me. I just finished Freedom and think that Jonathan Franzen is brilliant and wise. I hope with all my heart that I can survive my life and leave A with good memories of her mother.

I need to sink into hot water now. I need to drink my cheap Mistero Malbec and forget. I need to toast endings and beginnings and start to dream again.