Two weeks ago: My family and I went up to my dad's apartment in Toronto for a week. We visited the Ex, I saw my old coworkers at Chisholm, I finally got a chance to walk around High Park, and I managed to pick up volumes 1-10 of Girl Genius used.
Last week: Mostly just lay around in London. One day trip, to the Pinery and another to Stratford where I was greatly tempted by The Book Vault. Evenings I had a chance to experiment with cooking. Over the course of the week I managed to cook steak, onion soup, and lemon chicken.
Tonight I returned to Waterloo to find my front door open. Nothing seems to have been taken, but it's still concerning. Did I forget to close the door when I left, or did the landlord visit and forget to close up after himself?
Tomorrow I start work at Open Text. I'm still not quite sure what I'll be doing, but I suppose I'll learn tomorrow.