I went out last night with my friend BC. BC and her partner are the two Trontonians Allan and I knew before I started blogging. She and I met online through a mutual friend (who neither of us are friends with anymore!) and the four of us got together on both our exploratory Toronto visits last year. Last night I took the GO train into town and met BC for Thai food.
I had a great time - excellent food and excellent company. But the evening was momentous to me because it felt like real life. I frequently go out for dinner with female friends, taking public transit at night, while Allan has some quality alone-time at home. This pattern is as old as our lives together, and this was the first time in our new home.
The only difference is the GO trains run once an hour, and you have to be mindful of the schedule. The NYC subways presumably run a little more often. On the other hand, I live closer to downtown Toronto than I did to downtown Manhattan, and there are more places to go out in my own neighbourhood.
And by the way, BC also insisted on paying for dinner! You generous Canadians are ridiculous.
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Wmtc readers are amazing. A reader I had never heard from before sent me today's Paul Krugman and Bob Herbert columns. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.
I'm supposed to begin work on the next ancient civilization book this week. Although that's what I said last week. My editor has been too busy to make my assignment. We'll see if it materializes.