Length: Seven hours.
Food: Given a choice between pasta and chicken I chose pasta. Last time I had airline chicken it lingered in my stomach like a malign spirit.
Movies watched: The Disaster Artist (more interesting than good), Justice League (bad but they are trying so hard and I can’t help but love it a little) and I, Tonya (just straight up awesome).
Mouse almost fucked up by: Leaving his debit card on a cafe table and nearly crossing the Atlantic without it.
US customs are sunshine personified as usual.
Toronto seems nice, shame I won’t get to see it.
A dude remarked that no Disney character has two parents just as we touched down. Clearly I arrived in Canada in the nick of time.