It must be 35 degrees out there – full on August, only it’s May. Bewildering. Only a week ago I was putting away my winter hats, and now the back curtains are closed against the unbelievable force of the sun. I just don’t want to turn on my air conditioner in May. It seems wrong. So we swelter. Are you listening, up there? It’s only May!
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in