Monday afternoon.

It's Victoria Day here in Toronto, and I'm sitting here in my pajamas, looking out my window at my two wooden patio chairs, Umbra lounger, people walking by Canadian Tire, a fellow biking by in a sleeveless shirt, the TTC bus rumbling on, lots of typically dark coloured vehicles, a pedestrian with a vibrant purple sweater, and with my dear napping in the other room despite the fact he just dissed my big cheeks, and I can't help but think about just how lucky I am to be here.

Please remember those who have lost so much in Burma and China.

If you can, please donate through UNICEF or The Canadian Red Cross.