I don’t usually blog on the weekends, but this Saturday is different. I am back home in Deep Cove enjoying sun in Vancouver and a very quiet morning borne from the apparent immunity of everyone else to jet lag.

Ok, granted only Bert and I actually travelled but when everyone went toddling off to bed last night at 1:30 I knew, I just knew that I would be up bright and early despite my deepest wishes.

And so at 7am I finally conceeded defeat and rolled out of bed. I enjoyed my tea on the deck over-looking the trees and the water, I walked the dog through the woods and watched her revel in the lack of broken bottles, sketchy cast off rags and dead vermin, I checked my email…twice cause you totally don’t know who might be sending you an email between 8am and 8:05am PST on a Saturday (in this case, the answer is, nobody).

And now I’m bored. There are apparently donuts for breakfast but I can’t find them and no one who might know their where abouts is showing any signs of wakefulness.

Oh where have all the donuts gone?