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Mendacious memory insists that on the longest day it stays light until 9:30 or later, because that's how I remember it on my visit mid-June thirty years ago. Memory is on crack because sunset is at 9:04 and ten minutes later it's definitely l'heure blue. Maybe if you have an unobstructed western view things are clearer, but looking out at the street, hell no. And an hour later it's civil twilight aka full dark. 'One should still be able to carry on outdoor activities' hahaha.
(Stupid tablet is of the opinion that hell is of necessity a proper noun, and if you omit the capital it's a typo for he'll. )
This week was once again the two day heat wave that once again resolved itself into dry rather than cool. I traipsed yesterday after massage, and also indulged in piggery. Heat doesn't take away my appetite, alas. Wanting pad Thai and a cocktail to unclench some of my spasming muscles, I went to my old regular Thai restaurant on Bloor, where I stood for five minutes waiting for a server to apoear. There was much happy laughter from the kitchen but no waitress. Observed one patron sitting with her menu, concluded the restaurant was as short-staffed as anyone these days and what staff there were couldn't be arsed to check the floor, and left. (Where *are* the staff these days anyway? It feels like covid pulled a Black Death and killed or disabled half the population.) Went to Futures and had sossidge and mash and a glass of wine. Then, as I wilted in the hot hot sun, dropped by a Bloor coffee shop that had AC and the usual Apple Corps occupying all the tables. Had iced latte and a brownie, and finally got myself home.
This morning I weighed myself and oh alright this is Get Serious time. Back to the bike machine- for a mere 20 minutes because dry-not-cool- and the sit to stand exercises, and weight training for the arms, and lots of fluids. The heat is quite bearable when one sits in front of a fan, but sitting is the problem. Anyway it's supposed to be cooler tomorrow so maybe I'll feel more like moving.
(Stupid tablet is of the opinion that hell is of necessity a proper noun, and if you omit the capital it's a typo for he'll. )
This week was once again the two day heat wave that once again resolved itself into dry rather than cool. I traipsed yesterday after massage, and also indulged in piggery. Heat doesn't take away my appetite, alas. Wanting pad Thai and a cocktail to unclench some of my spasming muscles, I went to my old regular Thai restaurant on Bloor, where I stood for five minutes waiting for a server to apoear. There was much happy laughter from the kitchen but no waitress. Observed one patron sitting with her menu, concluded the restaurant was as short-staffed as anyone these days and what staff there were couldn't be arsed to check the floor, and left. (Where *are* the staff these days anyway? It feels like covid pulled a Black Death and killed or disabled half the population.) Went to Futures and had sossidge and mash and a glass of wine. Then, as I wilted in the hot hot sun, dropped by a Bloor coffee shop that had AC and the usual Apple Corps occupying all the tables. Had iced latte and a brownie, and finally got myself home.
This morning I weighed myself and oh alright this is Get Serious time. Back to the bike machine- for a mere 20 minutes because dry-not-cool- and the sit to stand exercises, and weight training for the arms, and lots of fluids. The heat is quite bearable when one sits in front of a fan, but sitting is the problem. Anyway it's supposed to be cooler tomorrow so maybe I'll feel more like moving.