When You Just Have to Go

Dashing home from a week of meetings, sliding in by 7pm, time to
unpack, do laundry, repack and take care of some work deliverables, so
that at 6am I’m on my way to our favourite place on Grand

We transited Halifax, which is still digging out from 30cm (a foot) of

Blowing past Air Canada      
blowing perspex

And clambered onto the Beechcraft
for the flight to Saint
John — big sunset, small plane.

sunset -- mile high    

An hour south of Saint John, we grabbed supplies in Blacks Harbour, and
made the 5:30pm ferry — arriving on the island at 7pm, to a fully
working (and warm!) house (but no Internet — hence the delay in
posting this).