Flew across the Atlantic…

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.

Enjoy it.

Calgary – we WILL see you tomorrow.