While I had my time off there were two long weekends, namely Good Friday and Victoria Day, during that time. They meant very little to me as every day back then was a weekend for me. In fact, I was in London for Victoria Day.
Alas, long weekends are now a thing to be cherished once again. As I am back in the rat race, the much beloved three-day weekend is but a brief oasis in what is a regularly long work week.
One more day of work left before we can all celebrate the birth of this great nation. Happy Canada everyone.