It’s nearly three am in the morning. I can’t sleep. The Senators are still in the run for the Stanley Cup. I am back in Ottawa. Something is wrong with the universe.

I arrived from Delhi yesterday morning. The flight was long and tiring. My plane was full of young babies who cried the whole trip. I was interrogated by Indian customs for half an hour before I boarded.

Christine picked me up at the airport and drove me back to her house in Kanata. Most of the day I slept and that should explain why now I can’t sleep.