Winter, over in a day. This morning, bright blue skies and a balmy 2 degrees. That's Andrea, surveying a day's work.



Yesterday, it was arctic. There's nothing like that cold. Inside the tent, a day to get it done.



No doubt about it, winter had arrived. On the way to dinner, we walked the streets of Toronto, dwarfed by its massiveness, beaten back by the cold.



Here we are caught taking refuge in the warmer route . . . via the underground! Not a concept we grasped, really, until out in the wind chill for one day.



After our welcome Tim! and Andrea! toast over dinner, Gord decreed: if the pours are frozen, there will be 2 more hours of work. Then, the bets: will the ice we poured before dinner be . . . frozen? The crew was buoyant; the artwork created in that biting temperature flowed easily, and they were proud of it.



Erik won the bet, predicting that the new pours would be frozen, but still wet on the top. So we took the night off.



Then today, 2 degrees and, shall we say, concern. Tent overflowing, yesterday's work lounging in the balm. Somehow, the predicted cold snap had been cut very short. Our auxiliary ice warehouse space became unexpectedly unavailable, but we had a back-up plan for a refrigeration truck to store the work we'd done up until now. Key people at The City fell sick to the cold/flu going around, no news since yesterday afternoon. This morning, Gord pacing. JC heard good news: the city had a history with Ryder, and their account was retrieved. I set out on site; Mike Brisbin met us outside the tent, ready to get the truck.



As we speak, Winter with a capital W continues to pummel Vancouver, and in Toronto, a full crew -- including Marielle -- are working like bees carrying all that new art to the refrigeration truck. Gord's here to thaw. Maybe tonight we'll actually get to play hockey -- last night we showed up with sticks -- sans hockey pucks -- and were the only ones there to play!