I want to live in Canada

It is 62° degrees Fahrenheit in Toronto, Ontario right now. It is 68°F in Quebec City, Quebec and Halifax, Nova Scotia. It is 75°F in Winnipeg, Manitoba. It is 76°F in Fredericton, New Brunswick. It is 62°F in Victoria, British Columbia. It is 61°F in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. It is 77°F in Edmonton, Alberta. It is 61°F in St. John's, Newfoundland. It is 40°F in Yellowknife, in the Northwest Territories and Iqaluit in Nunavut and 42°F in Whitehorse, in the Yukon. The only place that I don't really want to go to is Saskatchewan -- it's 84°F in Regina.

My point isn't that I now know the names and capitals of Canada's provinces and territories. It's that Canada knows that it is autumn and most of the US hasn't caught on yet. It's almost the middle of September and I haven't seen a single yellow or red leaf, never mind orange. The only state that currently has its crap together, weather-wise, is Alaska at 53°F in Juneau, and their politics frighten me.

See anything other than green? Yeah, me neither.

This wouldn't be as big a deal if I didn't now live in the mountains. I was promised a respite from the horror that is fall in the southern states. Yes, it is 71°F today, but it's also been raining statewide for almost a week now. It might be a bit cooler but it's also as humid as Satan's shower out there. No fun.

I am a knitter. I was made for soft yarn and blazing fires and pumpkin spice and snow. My parents should know my pain -- my dad's from upstate New York (currently at 60°F) and my mom's from Moscow (52°F). Why they thought it would be a good idea to move to the gates of hell, I have no idea. It was 100°F here this year -- that's about 37°C for metric readers. That is not good weather to be working with wool. That isn't good weather for anything.

Still, I've been steadily working through the death-rays of sunshine. Most of this work has been conducted indoors, as I am not a masochist when it comes to heat -- only cabling. I've almost reached the end of the first ball of Palette and am on my way to the halfway point. I'm thinking another half-ball and then I'll bind off and start the next half. Then I'll throw myself off a bridge from a combination of repetitiveness and heat.

I have a schedule, you see.