I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that this is as good as it’s going to get.
I’ve been anxiously anticipating the burn quotient kicking in, but it’s just not gonna happen. On the plus side, city services have *finally* resumed in Toronto (post detailing that gong show forthcoming) and eastern Canada is *finally* a) sunny and b) warm. Thank you Jesus! While I’m sure the current inhabitants of my former metropolis (that would be Houston, Texas) are lamenting the cool, non-humid days of winters past, the fact is that Toronto is practically freezing. Oh, I jest. All kidding aside, though, Toronto hasn’t seen a summer this cool since the Blue Jays won the World Series, and, for those of you not up on your MLB history, that was in 1992. Ahem.
Toronto’s average temperature over the last two months has been 18C (around 66F). A tropical summer that does not make! We’ve had one day — ONE! — of +30C degrees this summer and that was more than a month ago. Contrast that to last year where we’d already had nine days over 30C and, well, it’s a grim, grim picture. 🙂 To add insult to injury, Toronto has had 17% less sunshine than last summer. Add to that nonsense the record setting rain we’ve been having and it feels like I’m living in Vancouver instead of Toronto. And I’m not really into 364.5 days-a-year rain, which is why I moved to Toronto in the first place! Oh, the humanity.
I’d likely be complaining — actually, I KNOW — I’d be complaining if I was still dying of heat stroke and experiencing brain melting from the intense heat that is the hallmark of a Texas summer. Clearly it takes a lot to please me. 😉 But when it’s February and I accidentally get plowed up along with the 6′ high mounds of snow from being an invisible “Snow White” due to the lack of sunshine, you’ll think back and appreciate my rare weather rant. Actually, I’m in Montréal as I write this and it’s hitting a wonderfully balmy 28C here today. W00t! Vive Québec!
Bottom line: whatever you do — wherever you are — don’t stay inside today. Go outside and catch some awesometasticly warm rays. For the love of God, I know I will be. Poutine, smoked meat, French-speaking Canadians, and Mr. Sunshine, here I come!