Against my better judgment, seeing as I just barely survived a trip through that hostile environment fairly recently, we are heading back into the mountains, where we will be ensconced in a rustic cabin with our red wine and art supplies. There is talk of going into the town of Banff at some point, and of course, if that's what the Marthas want to do, I will have their backs, but as far as I am concerned, we can just spread our paints and scissors and colour chips and glue all over the floor and have ourselves a Jackson Pollack weekend.
I shall return on Sunday evening, no doubt bearing stories, photographic evidence of other people's debaser moments, some mountain art, and a new bruise or two.
Have a wonderful weekend, my darlings. I will have all manner of goodies for you next week, to show you how utterly wretched I have been without you. Pinky swear.
Tell me about your weekend!