One year ago yesterday, I pledged to, amongst other things, not follow Matt around Canadian Tire complaining. I remarked, after breakfast on Sunday, that it seemed fitting how we were spending our actual anniversary — visiting every single hardware store in Dryden, in which I dutifully looked at — and discussed the merits of — various trims, toilets, carbon monoxide detectors, interior thermometers, woodstoves and woodstove accessories… oh, and I bought Matt a splitting maul. And then I carried it in the house. . . .