Ah, Toronto in the summer: construction, 39 degrees in the smog, bumper to bumper traffic and an illegal TTC strike. It almost makes me nostalgic for Winnipeg.
Almost. I'm not so old that my memory has gone completely and banished all recollection of the provincial bird (mosquitos). Or the cold. A dry cold, but brrr-cold nonetheless.
Not that any of the above affects me directly, except that my peeps get a little cranky.