Good morning to you all.
The air in Montreal feels like pea soup.
It's thick and warm and vaguely green (oddly enough) and it feels as if it's on the cusp of crying.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Maybe we're in store for one of those interminably humid summer days that causes you to move slowly and drink plenty of beer.
I'm ready. I can handle it. Jazz, humidity and beer--what else is there is life...oh, and love, of course.
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