Toronto, Canada.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.

But I must be dreaming out loud, because somehow the Lord has smitten us all with this awful plague.

Seventeen million pounds... sorry... kilograms... of snow, eh?

I keep oscillating between believing that global warming is bullshit and believing that I should be burning my wool clothing. I still can't decide.

Toronto seems to be having an identity crisis. It thinks it's Oslo. Perhaps it's the early winter blast. All I know is that everything here is clean, cool, well designed and ridiculously expensive.

I love it.