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Ceviche and white sangria, Kensington Market.
Work rescued me this week. After a heavy start — grief counselling on Monday evening and my first bereavement peer session on Tuesday evening — I immersed myself in figures the last couple of days and stayed late to chip away at the avalanche of spreadsheets threatening to bury my department. (Man, do I miss graphing data!)
Tonight’s pitcher of sangria was well-deserved, I must say, although when the bill arrived we discovered that at $35 a jug it took the prize for being the most expensive batch of sangria we’ve ever consumed!
Bottoms up!
