Small Print is Hotter Than Ever

After 5 hours of intense air conditioning, the temperature in my 107-year-old home/office has dropped a measly but merciful 2 degrees…

…which has probably burned about 128 dinosaur-fossil’s of coal and dammed a further 3 rivers in Northern Ontario to fuel my hydro consumption.

Somewhere someone has revoked my hippie card.

And there is now a place reserved for me in that special part of hell where the oilsands company presidents are usually sent.

I remain unrepentant.

The rivulets of sweat are no longer cascading into my shorts.

Amen.