& the daughter, overdue, is needing me to get her to Taber to do her driver's test. Cold day, windswept, grey and snowy, and Taber, all of a single story at it's highest point, every shop window blacked out against the relentless summer sun, wide streets that offer no shade, a tired thrift shop with nothing of value, killing an hour while she does her test, an hour in Taber is like a week anywhere else in the world, not a single independent coffee house, the hour runs slowly through the glass and it's time to leave...
I don't know if I've ever been so glad to get out a place before, ever.