It takes me a while to get shit done these days. Dishes. Vacuuming. Grading. Processing photos. About the only thing I get done on time is go to sleep, and even that is in question given the number of times I’ve woken up on the couch. So I guess even that skill has left me. And it comes as very little surprise then that it might take me about two full weeks to get my Toronto photos completed and up. It has been ages since I was last in Toronto. Pretty sure that I was seven the last time I was there, so I doubt it even counts. But still, it felt very familiar. Very natural. Very homelike. Sure, there were lots of nods…