Day 2

I am spread eagle, face down, sweating, and blind. I have no idea where I am. It is pitch black. My arms and legs seem to be immobile. Frantically, I reach for a light. I find one. After a few stunned moments of apoplectic eyeball blinking, I realize that I am in my brother's house, I had a huge duvet over me (hence immobility), I am fully clothed (hence sweating), it is 230am Toronto time (and 930am CT time), and I am wide awake.

Time to start the day! My day went like this:

230 - 430 am: Job hunt.
430 - 530 am: Have mental wobble about all that is CT... friends, sushi on the beach, the smell of forest in the Cederberg, nights out with fighter girls, Zaida-Baida hugging my head with her claws, sleeping with George the ginger cat at the DWs, Bucephalus ... the list goes on
530 - 6 am: mid morning nap
6 - 7 am: drink coffee with coffee cream (yum!), continue job hunt, realize extent of deafness in right ear (Odd. Must be dealt with.)
7-8 am: Watch the morning routine of getting kids up / dressed / ready for school. Reconfirm with self that motherhood isn't my thing.
8-11 am: Continue job hunt.
11 am - 12 pm: Figure it is time for a sundowner glass of wine. Have one.
12 - 2 pm: Nap.
2 - 3 pm: Wake up. Have no clue where I am. Repeat routine from morning. Really miss all that is in CT, particularly the smell of forest in the Cederberg. Think it is funny how some senses instantly evoke certain memories.
3 - 430 pm: Get ready to go see cousin play hockey (Go Wild!).
430 - 11 pm: Get to Toronto, sit with approximately 80 000 other people to watch game. Realize extent of Big Brother state of Canada when Big E tells me that it is illegal to purchase more than two alcoholic beverages at one time while in the stadium. (Capetonians would mutiny.) Watch game. Miss CT.
11pm: Sleep.