It's -29C, the roads are an icy mess, and I have many places to go and people to see today. But I really don't feel like I have license to complain, since the Spousal Unit and I will be ditching this frozen desert in a couple of days and winging off to paradise.
It's a work trip for the Spousal Unit, so there will be some necessary schmoozing to be done. And I do have considerable work to do while away, but I don't mind trying my hand at writing on the beach.
I just have to use my time wisely over the next couple of days, work hard and gather as much quality information as I can, before collapsing onto that plane.
A few months ago I was asked to write about the building of Festival Hall, the deceptively modest and beautifully functional home of the Calgary Folk Festival. Check out my story of how Festival Hall came to be, despite all odds.