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   Wednesday, August 20, 2003

WHAT A LITTLE MOONLIGHT CAN DO

With the blazing heat this week, I decided to cut through the Eaton Centre to get to work. Normally, I'd rather claw my way through a Peruvian jungle than spend much time in that mall but, on this particular morning, all the major florescent lighting was turned off and the stores were all gently lit by regular bulbs and signage. Suddenly, the mall felt relaxing, a pleasing place to stroll through. I stopped for a coffee and some muffins, chatted with the counter guy about the blackout and enjoyed how mellow I felt.

The whole downtown's been like that this week. While some have resisted Ernie Eves' directive to cut business power usage in half, most of us are finding that less lighting -- especially less tube lighting -- has been pleasant, softer on the eyes and the nerves. I've always been somewhat of an electricity Nazi -- never having more than two lights on in my home at any given time -- and it feels strange to be proven right this past week, both in the worst-case sense with the blackout and in the best sense, with this more-comfortable work week. "Let's have another blackout!" he enthused, to a completely-silent audience...