Heat Wave in Ontario

It has been in the low 30s (celsius) all week, with high humidity. Today apparently it's supposed to feel like 46 degrees. Riding the bus and subway with a mask on is like walking around with a wet pillow pressed to my face. It's the kind of bone-melting heat that makes you want to spend all day in the swimming pool or draped over a patio chair under a tree with book and strawberry lemonade in hand. It's not the kind of weather that will let you get anything done. It's too hot to clean house, too hot to do any hobbies (because your skin sticks to everything), and too hot to cook or even eat. So I have given myself permission to accomplish nothing for the next few days other than the bare minimum. The garden can go to weeds, the green tomatoes toasting slowly in the sun. The housework can wait. After all, what's a little dirt and dust? Taking the long view, in the end, we're buried in dirt. Or cremated and turned to dust. A little in advance isn't going to hurt anything.