We drove around some of the suburbs where I grew up. My old schools, and so, numerous tracks and haunts and stomping grounds. Basically bucking up courage before seeing my parents.
Then we did that.
Spent a bit of time resting up, then we went into town, into the city. Traffic was held up some by a breakdown in one lane of the freeway, but we got in, found parking with considerable ease, and proceeded to do a walking tour of the Queen Street Mall, Myer Center, King George Square, and environs, taking in the sights. Also some dinner along the way.
Then to visit a good friend, way on the other side of town. Good conversation, and good company. Then home at last, to sleep.