Guess what? It's hot.

My apartment is a sauna which didn't really stop me from baking a cherry pie the other night. This was not the smartest move but I felt pressured to take advantage of the sour cherries that are now in season and popping up at markets all along Roncesvalles. The pie is pretty good and well worth the oven being on at 425 degrees for 45 minutes. The heat is so nasty that I've given up on trying to be remotely fashionable or presentable in public and I will soon venture out onto the streets wearing cut offs and a t-shirt I purchased in high school that has the exclamation "CLOWNS!" printed on the front. It's not a classy day, not at all.

The aforementioned shirt in all it's glory. Go easy on me, we had just been camping for 3 days and the campground showers were infested with earwigs.