The Sunday sun rises slowly over Toronto...something to do with it being North, I suppose. Today was a simple day. Fat Sunday in the Great White North.
After some orange juice and a bit of reading, Tammy and I walked down to the beach, as the Weather Network (note: NOT Weather Channel) informed us that neither the sunshine nor the warmth (about 50 degrees F) would be lasting long.
Snow and ice run until the give way directly to sand and surf on the north shore of Lake Ontario. The wind was furious this morning. I assumed this blowing was the normal state of things in the city and possibly attributed to the poor state of the Maple Leafs over the last few years. Apparently, though, such a breeze is quite unusal in the area, causing accidents, bridge closings, and other assorted consequences.
It sure made the lake choppy, though. Not that it seemed to bother these ducks:
After the morning sojourn, it was time to prepare the Fat Sunday feast! A trip to the store yielded baked ravioli, maple baked beans, and piorges.
Football abounds with the last of the playoff positions decided (including a Philly-drubbing of the Cowboys, which made Fat very happy). Most importantly though, the streak ends and yours truly wraps up not one, but TWO fantasy football championships.
Beef stew simmers away in the kitchen as I write this, so I best get to it. Above, check out the dining room (unused thus far, as is customr on Fat Sunday), and the quaint front sitting room. The preview of the house will continue tomorrow as I cover...well, whatever we end up doing tomorrow.
Tune in then and find out. Same Bat-Time. Same Bat-Channel.
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