I ran to catch the streetcar and sat down, glasses all fogged up and breathless. The person in the next seat says my name. It's Jason Taniguchi, who lives close enough I could go over and borrow sugar from him, but never have. I'm rarely out of sugar. We spent the streetcar ride discussing the Two Towers and Jane Austen novels. I recommended the amusement value of the juvenalia. It was a good start to the day, and happily Latin didn't feel like a disaster even though I didn't have time to prepare much for it, and although I knew practically nothing my tutorial group wanted to know the answer to, they seemed to still respect me afterwards. They were overwhelmed by the new lecturer and could thoroughly sympathize if I'd missed out on understanding large parts of it too.
Sitting down to a decently good slice of chocolate pecan pie, I caught up with members of my department, most of whom I do not see nearly enough of. Two of those I saw today, I probably haven't seen since October. From there, I was willingly recruited to help stuff ballots. Not in the illegal sense, but in the helpful sense. The ballots were being stuffed in programs for the audience members for the play Oxygen, being put on this week in honor of IHPST's 30th anniversary. (If you're in town, you can catch it Thursday, January 22, 8pm, Bader Theatre, Vic Uni at U of T)
I stopped by a decent grocery store en route home, so the salt and pepper grinders now have something to do. Just in case an opportunity comes up, I've also stocked up on non-syruped frozen strawberries. You never know when they might come in handy.