Flew across the Atlantic. Rode a train, by accident, all the way to Brighton Beach – the end of the line – and enjoyed it thoroughly. Luke (my dear brother who is joining as intern tour manager) had his first taco and enjoyed a little butter in his black coffee.
We have reached Toronto but, at the mercy of a stormy mother, our flight to Edmonton has been cancelled.
I will, sadly, not be supporting Jenn Grant tonight at Rec Rooms.
Calgary – we WILL see you tomorrow.