Summer gothic

Everyone becomes unhinged, to some degree, during summer in Toronto, and this has been a¬†particularly bad one. Most of the summer, but especially July and August, were made up of endless, blurring weeks during which the windows could not be opened and the A/C was never turned off; even so, it was often still too…

Salad and cold tea will see me through these desperate times

Well, the hellish hot heat has returned with a slavering, evil-eyed vengeance and that means two very important things: 1) salad, and 2) cold drinks. (It means much more than this, of course, such as: I hate summer. I am confronted again with the climatological conundrum of winter vs. summer, i.e., you can keep putting…