So, my week has so far sucked, quite profoundly. But this is Not That Kind of Blog, so, instead, I would like to point out the following: Ottawa has urban bunnies. In fact, it's one of the three things that keeps me from swallowing my own gun in this city (the other two would be Culinary Conspiracy and The Ottawa Writer's Festival).
Ce soir, I was out with a visiting friend, trying to restrain myself from trashing Ottawa too much while appreciating having a conversation with another educated, progressive-thinking, sympathetic-to-the-arts, human being, and on the way home, I wondered - crap, did I trash Ottawa too much? It's like going out for drinks with girlfriends wondering if you talked too much smack about your boyfriend.
And then this appeared in a driveway on my street, and I was utterly charmed.
And yes, the only nice thing I have to contribute this week is rabbits. They're not even calico, like yours, Bec. Alas.