Yesterday was my last day of work. Today is Canada Day. Tomorrow is my first day of work. And that’s my itinerary. Last night was drinking in celebration of my leaving. Will tomorrow night be drinking in celebration of my new start? I hope not. This morning I lay in bed until noon groaning and eating hot dogs. That’s right: hangover. It hit harder than usual, but perhaps I neglected to eat much before drinking commenced. I remembered just a moment ago that there were some spring rolls left over from lunch that I both forgot to eat and take with me when I left the office, which is no longer my work place. Conundrum!