Just when things were starting to pick up here in Toronto, this morning I wake up to THIS –
Welcome to Toronto.
I mean, COME ON! It’s the end of March! I bet you it’s not snowing in Vancouver!
Today was a day of sporadic creative bursts as we attempted to start breaking episode 3 (Paul is doing the honors on this one) only to be continually sidetracked by meetings, some planned, some not. We interviewed casting directors, selected sides for the fast-approaching Frank auditions, discussed the French and European shoots, and talked cars and stunts (a recurring theme, you may have noticed). Oh, and we eventually did manage to break the tease and first act of that third episode.
Early this morning, I started to fill out the application forms for that posh doggy daycare I have my heart set on. It’s about eight pages (x 4 dogs in my case) of rules, requirements, and questions covering everything from dietary restrictions and touch sensitivity to grooming preferences and their general disposition toward toy-sharing (to be honest, Jelly is less than equitable when it comes to sharing her ducky). Before a dog can be accepted as a guest, he/she must undergo a thirty minute assessment which, I believe, involves a testing of their temperament, socialization skills, and foreign language proficiency. Depending on how they do, they may either be turned down or invited to visit from anywhere from a few hours to an entire day.
Seriously. I feel like I’m trying to secure them a placement in an exclusive private school.
Was planning to check out a couple of houses today but, alas, the snowstorm quashed those plans. At day’s end, I was greeted by THIS –