The black squirrel of happiness Blearily sipping tea, as Romy hurried off to work. I looked at a squirrel in the back yard, its blackness betraying the fact I was in the new world. Mason's birthday tomorrow, and the card I sent him with a Salty-alike being harangued for having no bollocks went down well. Typically there is action on Lorraine's house. Much thinking and discussion about this. But it is good news. Toby took Lorraine and I off to Creamer cafe, a local Toby haunt near his house. I had an agent cooper moment, supping their damn fine coffee. He treated us to a show and tell on his crotchtop computer of their amazing trip to Argentina. A relaxed bus and metro trip to the centre of town, around the corner from where Toby had lived. Into the AGO, the Art Gallery of Ontario, which has been substantially rebuilt since I was here three years ago.Now it has a beautiful curving glass front designed by Frank Gehry. I have photos and will upload them later. Toby took us for lun...