Well, no.  Really it’s just a box.  With a bike in it.  My bike!

I’m, as you have probably guessed, in Halifax, Nova Scotia.  Nobody told me it would take an hour and a half to get to where I’m staying from the airport, or that I’d have to change buses three times, or that my checked baggage- the two rear panniers- would have not shown up on the carousel.

But none of that matters right now.  I’m here.  The bike is here.  And all the rest will work out.

Right?

I’m exhausted.  Time for bed- catch you in the morning.  We have a bike to put back together.