Sandra's parents will leave for Prince Edward Island this morning. There was some talk that they might have to delay their trip for a day because of some forecasted snow. The temperature is 35, so the precipitation will be rain. (The temperature is also 2 °C; they're going to have to get used to metric again.) They plan to stay overnight in Sussex NB, where, well, you figure out what's going on there.

When they return to Canada, we hope that they don't recieve letters such as this from the Canadian health system: "If the person named on this computer-generated letter is deceased, please accept our sincere apologies." They'll also have an enhanced shopping experience in town.

A fellow runs a small computer support and repair business in Poole's Corner, PEI. He charges a reasonable rate to come to the house and take care of computer problems. He used to be the manager of the fish plant before the plant closed down.

You'd have to go halfway across the continent, to the Soo, to match the excitement of PEI.

Yesterday we visited with my father and started talking about spring. Mostly he wanted us to remember that we should wait until the frost is completely out of the ground before we bring heavy equipment onto the camp road for the septic construction. If the ground is still wet, the machines can get stuck.

He has also started talking about not sailing. This is one of those ideas that requires some pondering. It's more than about not sailing.

Sandra, Marley, and I walked in to the camp. The snow was soft, but the snowmobiles had made good paths. A cross-country skier had visited the camp as well. We saw rabbit tracks and the tracks of something larger, perhaps a fox. Inside the camp, the mice had chewed open little packets of mayonnaise, leaving shreds of foil on the counter. It must have been a hard winter. We left a cookie for them. "Treat your mice right," said Adam, "and they'll treat you right."