Once again, I've found my upcoming schedule inexplicably hectic all of a sudden. I'd argue it's less "overcommitment" and rather "forgetfulness towards prior commitments", though it would equate it the same turnout when viewed plainly on one's calendar.
Amongst my roster of virtual interactions, a particular user reached out to extend an invitation to a media launch event coinciding with one of my in-office days. Nearly five years have passed since our last in-person meeting, with the last excursion taking place on the border of Markham and Scarborough.
stackt's Holiday Hills Market hadn't conjured much tremendous interest (nor positive feedback, for that matter) from my surrounding circle. Though I figured the destination was close enough for a brief detour; I'd be waiting aimlessly anyway.
After transferring between the 503 and 504 streetcars along King, I eventually arrived at the entrance near sundown. It was mostly empty at this time, for the City was transitioning between rush hour commutes and post-work activities.