I normally judge my readership by the comments, a rather large oversight according to my conversation with Tricky Pup. As such, expect some worthwhile updates soon. Promise.
In my defense though, I thought I was going to have a nice normal life, 9 to 5, with time for the gym and a nice dinner. Instead, it's been 9 to 6:30 (closer to 7) non stop and then out until the wee hours. Bed at 1 or even 2, up at 7, out the door at 8, and repeat.
To be fair, it hasn't just been studio madness. Tram's in town so my evenings have been filled with what can only be some of Toronto's most fairly priced and most delicious food and wine. Gelato in Old Italy, steak and lobster on Yonge, and more delights await today.