No more recreational explosions on this side of the border, which is still closed to non-essential travel. We hope it will stay that way for a good while yet.

Southwestern Ontario is in the shank of a major heatwave, and our thermostat just died. Rodney the HVAC Guy promised to visit this afternoon, but right now the mugginess is mounting throughout the house. I don't think I have opened the bedroom curtains since sometime last week; otherwise, the heat in there would be intolerable.

Before Rodney arrives, I must do something about the domestic obstacle course in front of the breaker panel in the laundry room. A boot tray with Himself's hiking boots, work boots and Wellingtons (marry a soldier and you get his footwear fetish), sacks of water-softener salt, a rack of mops and brooms -- I can pick my way through it, but it's my minefield. I might have to rescue Rodney.