Tomorrow, I move. And Friday, and Saturday, and Sunday. Move move move, to a sunny place in the Glebe. Three and a half years ago I came here to Ottawa for a two week contract at IDRC, and ended up finding more family at number 2 Sweetland Avenue then I had had in years. And though I have outgrown this high-ceilinged room, I'll miss it.

Yes, things have been unravelling for awhile, with Greg in Rome and Rebekah in Guelph and Caro with her new little bundle of joy, Emilie. Beck moved her stuff out, the last of it, a couple of weeks ago. There are new people here now and as nice as they are it isn't the same, couldn't be the same.

I learned many years ago to accept the good and appreciate it while it is around, because it may not, and probably won't, last. So it is with this.