Well, we're back in Ottawa, finally. Our bags, of course, did not follow us, and are instead taking their own journey via Montreal. However, all is well. The trip, while stiffness inducing, was uneventfull aside from some delays. Nova is well and happy to be home with Mom and Dad.
John (one of Nova's caretakers during our absence) has just yesterday broken his fifth metatarsal. Luckily, we arrived just in time to remove Nova. Though cute he would undoubtedly a burden to a man with a 2 year old and a broken foot.
The pizza is eaten, Nova retrieved from foster care, the mail's been opened. I'm going to bed.