On September 15, 2009, the temperature in Toronto was 24C.
This morning, one month later, it is 1C.
Walking to work wearing both a suit jacket and a winter coat, with scarf and gloves, this is how I feel:
I’d write more, except that I have to finish things up around here. In exactly 24 hours, I will be leaving on a jet plane to go lick this woman’s face.
Or, as I like to call it, “improving US-Canadian relations, one glass at a time.”
Follow the shenanigans here.