These are strange times. Everything is off-kilter.

I’m around, but at a loss for words. Friends ask, “why on earth are you still here? We’re stuck, but you could leave this country anytime.”

I search for jobs in British Columbia. Then I research naturalization requirements to find out how long before I can make my dalliance here permanent. Then I wonder whether Uncle Sam will even be taking applications at that point. Or will I even recognize this country of which I have become so awfully fond.

Then I text The Husband “so is Montreal completely off the table?”

Blargh.

Here, have a cute father/daughter pic.