Well sights are better than sounds, and pictures are better than words. But the telephoned words of a friend I'll have to settle for.
For the first time since my apartment was flooded I have a trusted eye witness account. It's not bad. Not that bad at all. Actually there's nothing wrong at all, aside from the fact that I have no carpet.

The crew that was sent in perhaps was a little over zealous but I can appreciate their effort. Given the positioning of holidays the delays are completely understandable.

Almost a week ago, a hot water pipe in another apartment on my floor ruptured. Given that everyone was gone home for Christmas, the water continued to flow unchecked until enough destruction had occurred that a building employee discovered the mishap. The result was that the entire floor and all the apartments (including mine) flooded.

So all appears well. My home will be restored to a "better than new" level in another 24 (possibly 48) hours and in the mean time I'm staying at the Hotel Next Door. Not a bad trade off.

While I am in all honesty looking forward to returning to Halifax, there is some reluctance.
Reasons for... But look at that, It's time to go.

It's been a great Christmas Break. Possibly the Best I've ever had.
There wasn't a moment I couldn't find a reason to smile.
And If I couldn't smile, it's because it was temporarily impossible, but I smiled right afterward.

I'll visit again soon.