Québec
My time zone assimilation strategy is going well: on Monday night I had a short evening nap followed by some great food with Betsy at Rumi, late. I got back to sleep after the inevitable 4.30am waking and finally got up about 9 - success! Practice, drive to Québec, a bit of sightseeing and food, and then the entire Joli Bois clan met in the deserted foyer of the Museé de la Civilisation, DG on great form and us both commenting on how comparatively cheery we are when playing in someone else's band. Or as he put it, 'DMcG was in producer mode last week'.

Coming through immigration on Monday night, the agent had gone all thoughtful on me when I told her where I was going to be playing. "Musée de la Civilisation ... ah ..." "You know it well?" "No," she replied, "I'm just trying to remember if they serve alcohol there." "It's a morning gig." We're here to play at la Bourse Rideau: our agent Élisabeth at Station Bleue assures us that if we come here and play for 20 minutes she can book us at least one tour for next year and probably two. So here we are ...

But now I'm looking out of my bedroom's stained glass window on the Avenue Wilfrid Laurier, at trees and snow (nothing else), and I'm listening to the various bits of practising going on around the house: DG next door, Betsy downstairs, Chris still getting up. Time for breakfast.