As you may have noticed, I've been feeling somewhat restless lately. I'm pretty sure that I'm just in the mood to get away from routine for a while, so Sarah and I are going to make a brief jaunt to a strange and far-away land. Some refer to this place as Canada; others call it the Icy North; a few people don't call it anything but wish it would stop touching us and give us a little personal space.

Whatever you call it, we're leaving for Montreal on Thursday morning and coming back on Saturday night (to Lapeer--this serves as your notice of our ETA for Hannah's birthday exgtravaganza Mom and Dad). It should be fun: they speak another language there (by provincial law, French is the official tongue), it's supposed to be a nice city, and the 10 hours of drive time (each way) should help cure my recent wanderlust.

Things to do before leaving: (a) take my psychopharmacology final, (b) mention to Sarah that, while she was sleeping, I unilaterally decided that we were going to take a trip to Montreal and booked two nights in a hotel there.

Partially kidding.