It's now Monday and it looks like I have a few more days to kill in town. Keeping busy reading Farley Mowat novels at the library and hiking the many trails around town. Tim Hortons seems to be a daily ritual now as if I'm actually turning Canadian!
Things could be way worse...like the time I broke down in the Mexican desert. As Dad would say, "It's that guardian angel following you around Mike". I guess this one speaks Newfoundland English and drives a tow truck.