Why, yes -- yes, I am trying to make you somewhat nauseous. Whatever gave me away?
Yesterday, early evening
I did at least make it back to Burnside in time to get a kosher hot dog before the shack closed for the night. The walk was not worth the dog, but at least I won't have to think about "how good a hot dog would be right about now" for a few weeks. Next time I absolutely must eat out, I will try the Spanakopita at Old Wives Tales. I hope the city is still redoing the shit out of that intersection then -- I find the sound and sense of intermittent jackhammering oddly soothing.