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It’s all good
I don’t know if it’s the weather, my work, or the Zoloft, but I’ve been feeling so insanely good lately. Things are going well all over the place, and although I could use a teleporter and seventeen more hours in the day, for the first time in a long time, I can’t remember the last time I felt unbearably sad.
Summer in Toronto is one of those beasts you don’t want to get too close to. Humid. Sticky. Smoggy. Sweaty. Rainy. We’ve been through it all. And yet this morning… this morning is as close to perfect as it comes. Blue sky. Crisp. Sunny. Fresh.
To be perfectly honest, though, I don’t mind the heat in Toronto. I lived for ten years in places without the kind of summers I grew up with in Chicago. San Francisco summers are legendary; “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” And Calgary? One summer we had a snowstorm every single month.
Toronto summers are a lot like those I remember as a kid. The humidity. The heavy air. The heat. The “need” for air conditioning. As miserable as it can sometimes be, and as much as I hate walking from the streetcar to work with sweat dripping down my back, I have to admit, I love them.
So things are good. Busy. But good. And that’s a nice change. Now, if only I could get those 17 extra hours….
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September 8th, 2011 at 7:39 am
Thing are good. Busy. But good. It’s true. Thanks for the reminder. (This post makes me smile.)