I'll take my cue from Forrest Gump
Bermuda was absolutely spectacular, although quite pricey. Business seemed to go well - but having said that, I will knock on wood until the ink dries on a signature. Now I'm back to Toronto commuter traffic, drizzly-cold autumn days, and blogging. Which brings me to the little tempest that raged across the Canadian blogosphere in my absence.
To those of you who expressed your support regarding Lord Voldemort, I thank you. To those who said I should have held my ground and fought the good fight, I can only say this: I appreciate your point, and encourage you to fight whatever fights you think are worth fighting. Maybe if I was a fifty-something semi-retired lawyer, financially secure with grown-up kids, I'd be more willing to spend my time and money to make a point.
But I'm not. I have other things I'd prefer to spend my time on right now. Like watching Mini-Boo stand up in the kitchen and walk unassisted into the living room of our house as her mother and I stand there clapping and cheering her on. Like reading "The Tale of Tales" to Boo as we snuggle into a comfy couch before bedtime. Like spending some hard-earned private time with the best wife a man could ever ask for - certainly much more than I deserve. Spending my time and money defending lawsuits isn't on that agenda.
So to echo Patrick: I'm done with Voldemort. And that's all I have to say about that.