I’m back in Belleville.
The drive back wasn’t that great. Getting onto Highway 8 was a challenge. I think people have started Christmas shopping or something. Between K-W and Toronto, it was rainy and busy and not very fun at all. So I went up on the 407.
Seeing fireworks going off in the subdivisions along the highway wasn’t as much of a surprise as it might have been. I’d driven that way during Diwali before.
The first time was a surprise. One doesn’t generally expect to see fireworks going off all over the place throughout the suburbs. I made a mental note to figure out what the heck was going on that time, and the Internet provided the answer. The Indian festival of light. Who knew?
I drove straight to Belleville without stopping, listening to Doctor Who audios. Valhalla was pretty good, with a companion-less 7th Doctor. Personally, I kinda expected more from Marc Platt, but I enjoyed it. Giant, intelligent termites in space. Who doesn’t love that?
I’m not in Belleville for any particular reason. Although, as this post might demonstrate, I could probably use the downtime.