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I’m not going to write a whole lot this week. It’s a holiday weekend and I’m going to take a holiday.

This is the last long weekend of the summer before Labour Day and all of the fall stuff begins. In the usual Annie-life, long weekends don’t mean a damn thing. Once you’re not working a full time job, what difference does it make that you have an “extra” day off, eh? The only difference, and a negative one for me, is that the city empties out leaving a eerie quietness that always, always makes me sad. But, not this weekend, or at lest not tomorrow and Monday — today the sadness has already hit me but I’m ignoring it as best I can. Mainly because, I can ignore it come tomorrow.

I am going on a mini-holiday this weekend. Me, who hasn’t been anywhere in such a long long time, am actually going to get out of the city and see a part of this world that I’ve never seen before. That’s worth it right there. My good friend, Sue, is giving me a weekend away. Bless that woman! She planned the whole thing from the train ticket tomorrow morning to a pick up at the station and then three days at her family’s island somewhere out there in Ontario.

I’m not a really outdoor kind of girl, but, hey, there was no way I was not going to say “You bet,” when she asked me. My only stipulation was that I wouldn’t have to make my way to an outhouse for my multiple bathroom runs during the middle of the night. She took care of that problem very nicely by finding me a place with a bathroom down the hall.

I did have a momentary glitch when I remembered the C-A-T-S. I being the Excellent Cat Sitter am used to taking care of other cats in this situation. It’s been a long time since I needed an excellent cat sitter for my furry balls. I thought of that old song, Who takes care of the caretaker’s daughter when the caretaker is taking care?” Substitute Nick and Rose and you get the picture. That’s why I haven’t told them yet. They would find a way to block my exit and prevent me from leaving. But they’ll catch on especially when first their Godmom, Judith, shows up tomorrow afternoon and them their buddy, Steven, comes the next day. They’ll be spoiled by both but that won’t keep Rose from complaining loudly when I get back. But it’s worth it just to be away for a wee bit.

So here I go. All I have to do is pack my bathing suit, some food for the train, not forget the Vanity Fair to read on the journey — a tradition of mine for all travelling — and get to Union Station on time. Sweet.