I am currently at Mom's. Jean, of the cottage, is here as well having driven down with Mom when it was time to come back to the Petes. Jean is having the time of her life, I must say, experiencing things she hasn't in years. Today, we went to see a French film Man on a Train, which was excellent, but bittersweet, and Jean admitted at the end of the film that she had not been to a theatre in twenty-seven years. That's longer than my life, even. Can you believe it? Beyond that, she has now eaten Middle Eastern food at Mezzetta in Toronto, which she LOVED. As for Toronto? She had not been there since 1954. Amazing. That was pre-skyscrapers. The Royal York Hotel was still the tallest building in the city and dominated the waterfront. Wow. I'll write more later. Now it's time to eat.