Wet T.O. 

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We're stuck in the second week of another block of what has been a wet, cold two months in Toronto. I think I'm a better person because of this rain. I do. I know I can combat the elements on my bike or on the run. Still, it's very hard to give a shit about anything in a climate like this. I've noticed that if the sun shines for even a few minutes, people emerge from everywhere just to take advantage of it. I don't know how people in places like Portland, Seattle or Vancouver cope? Well, sitting in a basement drawing smoke from a bong might be one way. I think about London (dreary) and Paris (romantic) and I don't know why there's such a difference? When the weather sucks in Toronto, everything sucks. You can't just duck into the subway, because it's closed for maintenance, or stop at the art gallery because the AGO is across town. The city is usually at its most ugly in February or March when melting snow recedes to reveal garbage but March is still going strong, two months later.

If anyone from St. John's to Vancouver has any recommendations on how to stay optimistic under off-white skies then now would be the time to mention them.