Thursday December 28th

Mum and Graham dropped me off at the airport in the morning and after a short debate with a security man who seemed to think that the sheriff's badge he'd been given made him God, got on the plane and flew back to Canada. Sat next to the young lady who directs the Shaw cable commercials, hello Kirsten, and watched a couple of films. Back in Canada, taxi to the terminal, cleared the snow off 494 and drove up to the truck stop for food and a nap.