It was such a lovely afternoon after work that I walked home. Work had been busy but productive. We ate a quick dinner on Yonge at Ginger. We caught the train down and around to St Andrew then walked West to a theatre and finally saw Book of Mormon. We liked it. I spent a lot of the time cringing, just like while watching South Park, thinking, “They didn’t just say that!?” On the way into the theatre I thought there was a young man dressed in character offering programs so I took one. He was actually Mormon and had given me an actual Book of Mormon. I was thrilled.