Back from Toronto. Two days of project management seminar and one and half days of vacation. Not sure if two days off can really be called a vacation. The other-worldly weather, humid and hot, reminded me of a science fiction story I read as a kid: it never stops raining on Venus, and these lizard people kill you. It's the sound of it that drives everybody batty. Sweat drips onto my glasses, onto the inside.

I've lost my copy of Black & White. It's somewhere obvious. I feel I should be playing it, especially now that the villagers can play soccer and the beast will dance to the Twins.

I had to have a treat this afternoon and sat in the window of the Second Cup staring at a dark pregnant sky. When the rain came, it seemed to all come at once, with great sheets of it sending people scurrying. And somehow the sun shone through it. Very much like a movie.