This morning, after we had a hushed talk about explaining the facts of life to children, Lindsay, Katie, and Ashley from Random House turned to a more prosaic topic: #TorontoSnow, the handle the weather here has earned. It's snowy, all right, so it's fair, if not so literary. 

We've had a couple of ice-capades-esque taxi rides. The delightful Ashley and I swerved our way in one to the CBC building after breakfast. It's an enormous, hive-like place. After we trudged through the foot of snow in the gutter and made it inside, I got a little lost on the way to the studio, as well as a little fangirlish. Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan" was playing in the elevator. Ashley casually mentioned she'd been with Leonard himself in that very elevator. I SHARE A PUBLICIST WITH LEONARD COHEN.

I sat at a desk in a quiet room, put on the headphones, and spoke with Chris DiRaddo, who is in Montreal, about how I wrote my book. It reminded me why I love radio: the intimacy of the voice, the feeling of eavesdropping on a conversation. A clip will be on The Next Chapter sometime soon.

It's snowing like mad here in Toronto, obliterating the sky, and the wind is vicious. It's lovely to see brick and stone buildings, though. And thanks to my agent, Denise Bukowski, I had a delightful dinner with Wayson Choy, Robert McGill, and Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer. Discussion of old and new lives, books, writing, teaching, and nicknames. Looking forward to more discussion for a CBC Radio interview tomorrow, and reading at Miriam Toews's event in the evening. I hope it keeps snowing.