Rough week. Glad to see it coming to an end, but at the same time wish I could take a mulligan. These past few days I felt much of the bad and good of living in Toronto — the anonymity and commodification of human interaction that comes with any big city, mixed with Toronto’s own brand of coldness. And a wonderful slice of Toronto the good, in the form of lively and festive trick-or-treating with my daughter and friends, right in the heart of the city, with generous candy for the kids and mulled wine for the parents, the perfect beverage to sip as I dutifully followed the girls along, my own daughter’s movements easily tracked by the flashing lights embedded in her snake covered headdress.