Toronto.

I don't really need a Prozac... but I love this propane tank!

We got in just in time to reorganize the van a bit and pick up Susan at the Toronto aeropuerto. After driving 11 plus hours I am a wee bit like a slice of burnt toast.

But know what?

My sobriety anniversary day was filled with great music on the ipod and an effortless border crossing into Canadia Land! So... Gratitude in tact!

And now... slumber!