Today begins the ambivalence towards the warming climate. No joy in this. No traffic either.
The authorities shut down a major highway intercourse to fix the drain pipes. Catch basins they officially call them.
A ten kilometer race must be run down the major street called Yonge Street. It started three hours ago. It must be over by now. Why the hell with all these streets, in a city no less, must these spandex clowns run down a major street?
Such actions reduce the number of cars in the downtown area drastically. I crossed Queen Street under the mid morning sun. The only direction I had to watch out for was up. Pigeons.
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