Peter was bitten on the lips by a mosquito sometime during the night. His (already huge) lower lip is lopsidedly swollen. The mosquito net he purchased seems to have failed. Though the netting drapes gracefully over the bed and does lend a lovely fairy princess air to the room.

We just endured a week's worth of heat wave. I am reminded that my tolerance of weather conditions is so subjective; it's felt unbearably hot here, despite the fact that it's objectively far more comfortable than summers in Toronto (in my humble opinion). Toward the end of winter here, I found myself complaining along with fellow Amsterdammers about how cold it was at +10 C.