Work Kingston Eating Talking Newmarket Work

Bit of a whirlwind weekend -- came straight home from work, packed feverishly, got to Kingston, spent 45 hours eating (Brew Pub, Copper Penny, Sleepless Goat, Windmills, Common Ground, and a Starbucks) and talking and sometimes sleeping, took a bus home, and (once I'm done writing this post) will go to bed so I can get up at 5:40am and go straight to work.

But it was totally worth it. I saw, and had good conversations with, people I hadn't seen in years. These people were generous with their time, their stories, and their thoughts. I remembered how wonderful the downtown of Kingston is, with it's vibrant set of eclectic stores where the people know me and the wares are far different than the ordinary. As my connection to the university wanes, my connection to the city surrounding it grows, it seems.

Catherine and Loren graciously put up with my fleeing in and out and generally using their house as a lodging place. They fed me, swathed me in fuzzy blankets, and drove me to the bus station. I only wish I could have helped them more, weighted down as they were by looming exams.

Now, on to my own looming exams...