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High today, here: 22. Dewpoint then: 15. High dewpoint: 15.
High today in TO: 23. Dewpoint then: 15. High dewpoint: 15.
For some reason the reading from the balcony sensor cut out this afternoon; I moved it back to the outside of the door, and now it's working again. Maybe better batteries are in order. I figure the outside of the door may actually be a better place in the summer anyway, since the apartment isn't air-conditioned and the door is more shaded than the desk where the sensor was.
( Week Worth of Weather )
Sharp thundery-ness going on outside right now; we're not supposed to crack 20 tomorrow. Funny how the weather goes around here: it's entirely possible that last Monday will turn out to have been the warmest day this year. And entirely possible this it won't crack the top half-dozen.
So, there was London. That seems like, I dunno, not necessarily some long time ago so much as some different time altogether. In London, we watched various birds, particularly starlings, swallows, white ducks, and sideways geese; we went to the London Museum, wherein L. took a picture of an old poster concerning a Day of Humiliation, and there was art, the most interesting of which probably consisted of some drawings of blown-up geese from a Tom Thomson painting; and we went to a used bookstore, wherein I bought Possession and L. bought Yet More Biblically-Based Children's Material. And that was London.
Then there was Congress, which is to say more particularly, for me, the annual meeting of the Canadian Society for Existential and Phenomenological Theory and Culture, followed by the annual meeting of the Canadian Philosophical Association. I am as yet insufficiently recovered for particularities, but, in broad strokes, this involved: a lot of tea; not very much sleep; fascinating ants; baby groundhogs with white noses; a bunny rabbit frightened by a squirrel; a wildcat public transit strike that kept home the scheduled presenter of the paper on peeing that I was going to comment on; a healthy amount of good conversation with my most remarkable colleague; and, on the whole, a good deal more excitement and expansion, and a good deal less fear, loathing, bewilderment, and contraction than usual, and especially than the last couple of years. It was a very pleasant surprise, though more so for CPA than EPTC, which only strengthens my feeling that my main "specialization" is pretty far from home. But that may only be fitting.
High today in TO: 23. Dewpoint then: 15. High dewpoint: 15.
For some reason the reading from the balcony sensor cut out this afternoon; I moved it back to the outside of the door, and now it's working again. Maybe better batteries are in order. I figure the outside of the door may actually be a better place in the summer anyway, since the apartment isn't air-conditioned and the door is more shaded than the desk where the sensor was.
( Week Worth of Weather )
Sharp thundery-ness going on outside right now; we're not supposed to crack 20 tomorrow. Funny how the weather goes around here: it's entirely possible that last Monday will turn out to have been the warmest day this year. And entirely possible this it won't crack the top half-dozen.
So, there was London. That seems like, I dunno, not necessarily some long time ago so much as some different time altogether. In London, we watched various birds, particularly starlings, swallows, white ducks, and sideways geese; we went to the London Museum, wherein L. took a picture of an old poster concerning a Day of Humiliation, and there was art, the most interesting of which probably consisted of some drawings of blown-up geese from a Tom Thomson painting; and we went to a used bookstore, wherein I bought Possession and L. bought Yet More Biblically-Based Children's Material. And that was London.
Then there was Congress, which is to say more particularly, for me, the annual meeting of the Canadian Society for Existential and Phenomenological Theory and Culture, followed by the annual meeting of the Canadian Philosophical Association. I am as yet insufficiently recovered for particularities, but, in broad strokes, this involved: a lot of tea; not very much sleep; fascinating ants; baby groundhogs with white noses; a bunny rabbit frightened by a squirrel; a wildcat public transit strike that kept home the scheduled presenter of the paper on peeing that I was going to comment on; a healthy amount of good conversation with my most remarkable colleague; and, on the whole, a good deal more excitement and expansion, and a good deal less fear, loathing, bewilderment, and contraction than usual, and especially than the last couple of years. It was a very pleasant surprise, though more so for CPA than EPTC, which only strengthens my feeling that my main "specialization" is pretty far from home. But that may only be fitting.
