Have I told you how hot it is in our apartment? If you're living anywhere like this city right now, you're probably not going to want to hear about it. Some quirk in the building's furnace means that it's about a constant, oh, 28 degrees centigrade in here at all times. The water is coming out of the faucets either warm or hot these days (not splendid for drinking), but as it's minus 15 outside and we don't have to pay for it, I'm really not complaining.
Lying, sweating, in my bed, it does feel like it was just yesterday that I was riding my Bixi bike around town and tossing and turning through sweltering summer nights. In fact it was actually just yesterday that, as I stood in the kitchen making chicken pot pie (which was excellent, thank you), I watched the gathering snow steadily creep up the kitchen window to form the drift that now covers, sincerely, the bottom foot and a half of that window, not to mention the rest of the city with it. So, here we are and it's really the season. Maybe the city will make a proper show of its famous snowy winter this year - I, for one, would be thrilled (not that you want to hear about it).