This post is brought to you by the letter G for Grump. Be warned.

Sunday morning we woke up late, about 11:30, due to the little sleep we’d had the night before. We decided to go out for breakfast as Glen wasn’t keen on cooking but once we got outside we thought better of it. We went home, saved ourselves some money, and ate. Quite tasty too. We had chicken bacon. Apparently that’s a thing now.

Buskerfest was on this weekend, a three-day festival down Yonge St that was filled with the usual food stalls (starting to notice a theme now) and performance spaces up and down. I had envisaged roaming performers, almost intimate vignettes and alcoves set up down the two blocks the street cut through, where quirky and interesting buskers of different varieties would delight small knots of people.

Instead, there were about six spots down the street that had stages set up, with speakers, where great circles of people gathered. So many that they blocked the road and the pavement and it was a struggle to get past. We were behind a couple of kids with their dog and I sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted to put an animal through that. I didn’t even want to be put through it.

We heard them make jokes with the crowds, of performing various acts, eliciting some applause. We heard all this as we walked past because we couldn’t see over heads very well. There was  a woman with hula hoops, a guy with fire, a woman with acrobatic rings who threw water around, another guy on a stage who was taking way too long to get to the bloody point, and then I think somewhere else.

There were a few individual performers that didn’t have the crowds however. One was turning himself into a tree, or a tree trunk, or something. Another guy played a Chinese musical instrument. No one was listening to him.

I’m sure if I’d had some sleep I would have been better prepared for the crowds and tried to force my way through to have a closer look at what was going on. As it was, we were there about twenty minutes all up (the time broken in half as we went to Canadian Tire to get house things) before heading home.

And when I got home, because I obviously needed it, I had a nap. Glen went to the gym (I don’t know how) and in the evening he made dinner, we stayed up for a bit and then went to bed. Sleep was never so wonderful.

Glen coughed through most of the night, poor love. He sounded terrible. And went and slept on the daybed for a while. I woke up at 8:30 and then quickly woke him as I thought he was late for work. Turns out it’s an academic day and he didn’t have to go in until 1. That was a relief. I went to the gym. The other guy in there at the time struck up a conversation (I spoke to him – turns out he has family in Perth – but I’m always a bit struck by people who will want to talk to people who clearly have headphones in).

Today was spent doing more editing. It rained hard for part of the day and there was a thunderstorm too. It cleared up by about 4:30. Glen was home by 6:30, we had dinner and that’s about the extent of the day. Not all that thrilling really but it’s something.

Oh, and the spot where I burst that vein in my leg has developed into a bruise.