By this time next week, I’ll be picking my brother up at the Ottawa airport — in our 14-foot u-Haul truck, no less — so that together we can pack up my apartment and make the journey back to Winnipeg via the (in)famous Trans-Canada Highway; that sprawling, two-lane asphalt trail that winds its way westward along the north shore of the mighty Lake Superior.
Do I have anything of note planned for my final week in Ottawa? No, not really.
I’ve seen it all; been there, done that; had my fill. So, I’ll savour my time as a retiree, pay my respects to the ones I love, patron a few of my favourite haunts one more time, and that, as they say, should be it.