I can't wait for happy hour tonight. Headed to a place that uses Reyka vodka (HELLO WHY!) and stuffs olives with house made maple smoked lardons. Then I shall go home where Mrs. Piob will have two big ribeyes ready to grill and a nice salad made.
At least in Ontario the provincial government sets how much a landlord can raise the rent every year. One of the first successful persons I had to "model" on is a friend since 1986, about 15 years older than me. I've listened to him bitch about this yearly for 30 years now!