Cooking up a storm

I'm in Montreal for a few days, visiting Rysmiel. The trip up yesterday was ompressively smoooth. despite freezn rain the day before that caused some power outages: the sidewalks were ckear enough that taking transit from the airport worked fine.

It's decent weather for the tine of year for Montrea;, currently just below freezng withh snow not expected until well after dark, but that's not the sort of weather that encourages spedng extra time outdoors. Since I'm nr eating indoos in restaurants if I can avoid it, that means getting food delivered or eating sandwichs, but I'm here for the company, not the food or tourist ssuff.

Being someewhee that isn't actively at war is also good, but I bought my ticket a month ago, whicj feels like long time under the Trump regime). The stte of the world *gestures widely* is still stressugu, though.

Being here does mean I won't he able to go to the in-person memorial for minoanmiss on Sunday. The funeral this afternoon is being live-steeamed and recorded, and I may watch that when I'm back in Boston.

The trip to New Orleans was very good for cattitude, who had an easier tiee finding food he could eat and enjoy than Adrian and I, but the few days of warm weather did us good as well. (And then the trip home was physically difficult and painful for Adrian, unfortunately.)

I did more walking each day, including but not only the travel days, than I expected or planned, and found it less difficult than I would have predicted.

Saturday afternoon we met my brother at House of Blues, because they had outdoor music and a performer he liked. That was fun, and Adrian enjoyed dancing with an enthusiastic stranger. I think that was the day we took a streetcar downtown in search of lunch, only to find lines for the relatively small number of places with outdoor seating. But I'd wanted to ride a streetcar--streetcars are part of the New Orleans transit network, not just a tourist attraction, so we could get one a couple of blocks from our hotel.

Our hotel had a courtyard, which was part of why Cattitude chose it. The courtyard had an unexpected, charming cat. The drum circle I mentioned in the previous post was in the park across the street from our hotel, which is part of why Mark recommended it.

Also, the New Orleans airport terminal plays music, not very loudly, over the PA system, which is entirely fitting for an airport named after Louis Armstrong, and much better than what comes over the PA at most airports.

[Ny is gravely ill, unconscious, and unlikely to recover:]

Update: Ny is gone. As of a couple of hours ago, she no longer has brain function, and will be moved off life support after evaluation for organ transplant, and allowed to die peacefully, not necessarily immediately.

[my earlier info was via princessofgeeks, who linked to goss's post]