I step into the sauna and try to breathe deeply. Nope. The air is too thick.
Well, it’s not really a sauna, it’s really The Great Ottawa Outdoors, summer 2020 edition. The heat and humidity are just indistinguishable from a sauna. This season, already hammered by COVID-19, has now been pounded into the ground by, wait for it, excessive heat and humidity.
I grew up in Alberta, and Ottawa’s summers were an unwelcome discovery when I worked here occasionally in the 1990s. I had neither the lightweight work clothes nor the lighthearted attitude necessary to handle day after day of swelter, especially in hotel rooms with pathetic air conditioning. But at some point I always got to go home to relatively cool and absolutely arid Alberta.
I moved to Ottawa in 2002, and gradually acclimatized. But there are limits to my adaptability, and we keep hitting them this summer.
Today, though, the weather-peroffspring on the radio promised me that this undeniably hot weekend would last only until Sunday. Monday would see a cold front come through. What sweet anticipation of a shiver.
Then I made the mistake of checking it out online. In both official languages.
So much for shivering, in antici….pation or otherwise. On Monday or otherwise.
Brother, I don’t know what “cold front” means in your world, but in Alberta it means that it gets, you know, cold.