It has been making my winter more miserable than usual. If you have never experience -36 degrees C windchill, I can tell you that it is very painful. And cold. But mostly painful, in the ohdeargoodness, someone-just-put-me-out-of-my-misery kind of way.
Fortunately, the one weekend I went up to Ottawa, the weather warmed up.
The unfortunate part was that freezing rain coated the streets and sidewalks and turned the whole city into an ice rink.
Of course that didn't stop me from all the eating. I brunched until I could brunch no more, and followed it up with some donuts.
The real reason why I went to Ottawa was to attend my dear friend El's wedding. While geography has distanced us since our university days, she will always have a special place in my heart as the person who helped me pass swimming class (oh, to be a kin major), the person who dyed my hair when I wanted that change, and the cramming and dancing and toga parties that came with being a student.
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
