It’s a Sunday morning and I’m headed to the office. I decided this Saturday. Awoke at a reasonable early time and enjoyed the routine. It was a feeling of being unrushed and with no one expecting me in the office I felt no pressure to hurry myself.
It’s the Sunday before the Canadian Thanksgiving. I’ve been in Toronto for a few days beyond a month and have been in the near-downtown condo for a week and a day and I observe no holiday spirit. In the US you can sense that something is happening even being cut off from all media as I’ve been here.
It’s a lazy Sunday with few pedestrians and equally few bus riders and subway goers. A typical weekday is never as sparse. “The next station is Old Mill, Old Mill station” says the invisible voice. “Arriving at Old Mill, Old Mill station” she assures.
Another thirty minutes and the office building should come into sight. Had I not forgotten my TTC card this morning, only to realize my mistake feet away from the stop for the 29 bus, would this morning’s commute not be so extended as it has been.
Future self: Never ever forget your TTC card.