Slept in Montréal --Aft a-gley

Good morning folks,

Robbie Burns once accidentally destroyed a field mouse' home while turning over the soil in a field.  It was a bit troubling for both Burns and mouse in that it was late fall and the mouse would not have time to build a new home.  The poem, Tae a Moose (To a Mouse) is an apology to the mouse and a suggestion to us all that despite our best plans, some external force may play havok with them.  Or more precisely, "The best laid schemes o'mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley."

I left the Montréal office yesterday at around 3:40 P.M. With the express intent of catching the 5 P.M. flight back to the Big Smoke and have a bit of an earlier evening than my usual Thursday expeditions allow.

I could recount the traffic, long lines, weather, waiting, computer glitches and other sundry components of force majeure but suffice to say that after sitting on the tarmac for 2 1/2 hours, changing flights 3 times and hanging about YUL until midnight, it was clear that my plans to get home early yesterday were overruled by the universe.

7 A.M. To Toronto.

I need a shave and change of clothes.

Have a good day, roll with the punches.