This stained glass was carried in the plane from vancouver to montreal. I was super worried about breaking it but it was totally wrapped up to the wazoo and under my seat. This was in 2014, the last time I visited Montreal. 

It is now raining here in the suburb. I am getting ready to hit the hay at maximum 11pm. BJG almost went straight to bed after work but decided to stay up. We remembered his mother at dinner, thanks to the pavlova made in her honour (her birthday was two days ago). She was very sweet Grandma and for a while I used to call her very often, twice a week I think for about a year or two.