It’s hotter than Satan’s asscrack out there. I’ve only felt humidity like this once before: in New Orleans.

It’s days like this I pine for dear old Nova Scotia. Dear old moderate, damp Nova Scotia.

.:.

So yes, there is a plan underway for us to become vegetarians. We plan to ease into it slowly, over the next few months, and by the new year hopefully we’ll be fully veggie (though Nellie plans to eat fish; I haven’t yet decided whether or not I will) and not sliding down a slope of protein deficiency.

On making these plans, it occurs to me that I will have become, in my father’s eyes, a vegetarian atheist Upper Canadian banker. It remains to be seen whether or not he’ll let me in the house. If he does, I believe it will be just to assert his dominance at cribbage.

[tags]humidity, vegetarianism, cribbage[/tags]