I planned to spend all of yesterday doing schoolwork, I really did. (Just like every day until at least April 20.) But at about 1 p.m. I couldn't stand being in the house anymore. It was a beautiful day, and I just needed a break. I decided that I could justify taking the rest of the afternoon off to clear my mind, and I'm so glad that I did.
Bill and I hit the road and headed north (northwest?) to the Laurentians. We hadn't been out of the city since last October, when we drove to London; we stopped in Laval for road coffees and then drove about 60 kilometres to St-Sauveur. (The photo above is of L'Eglise St-Sauveur.) It's a small ski-resort town, very touristy, the sidewalks jammed with sporty people and their enormous dogs. We walked in the sunshine for a while and then got back in the car and drove another five kilometres to Morin Heights. We spent a glorious hour there having a pint on the terrasse of the local pub. I wasn't even wearing a jacket -- just a sweater and a scarf. Glorious.
So, yesterday was a big breath of fresh air (literally!), but today I'm back at my desk and back to my work. Sigh! I need to keep reminding myself that after I hand in these three papers, I can have lots of days like yesterday.