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Got out the sleep hoodie last night because using the window fan made the room too cold. I need the white noise now that the air purifier tends to screech and the standing fan would be even more chilling. But it's a problem I must solve some time soon. A pity one can't testdrive air purifiers to find the ones that aren't 'whisper quiet.'
Speaking of noises, it's the air show this weekend with practices today and clear sunny weather on all three days. Have thus fortified myself with gin and wine and shall stay indoors for the next three afternoons. Possibly with ear plugs.
But did go out today to a new restaurant/ café on Bathurst that replaced a neighbourhood greasy spoon of long history. It's nice enough and the owners are decent guys but it's noisy-- music at top volume and waiter having loud dudebro guffawing conversation with regulars. Service is slow, since people come to talk, obviously; and the eggs bennie are two small eggs, served on a slice of toasted sourdough, with a drizzle of Hollandaise on top. Toasted sourdough is the kind of thing that pops crowns and fillings, and the eggs had a truly disconcerting tendency to, well, crumble. Couldn't get them on my fork, and if I eschewed the fork, then they fell off the toast, in pieces. How different from the Eggs Dilemma of my beloved and now closed By the Way, snerf.
Speaking of noises, it's the air show this weekend with practices today and clear sunny weather on all three days. Have thus fortified myself with gin and wine and shall stay indoors for the next three afternoons. Possibly with ear plugs.
But did go out today to a new restaurant/ café on Bathurst that replaced a neighbourhood greasy spoon of long history. It's nice enough and the owners are decent guys but it's noisy-- music at top volume and waiter having loud dudebro guffawing conversation with regulars. Service is slow, since people come to talk, obviously; and the eggs bennie are two small eggs, served on a slice of toasted sourdough, with a drizzle of Hollandaise on top. Toasted sourdough is the kind of thing that pops crowns and fillings, and the eggs had a truly disconcerting tendency to, well, crumble. Couldn't get them on my fork, and if I eschewed the fork, then they fell off the toast, in pieces. How different from the Eggs Dilemma of my beloved and now closed By the Way, snerf.