It's 97 Degrees Outside

With A Heat Index of 106...


OK, I'm going to do my duty and wander out to the swimming pool now--newspaper in hand.

I just may sweat through the front page before I get there.

If you don't hear from me again by midnight, would someone please call 911 or the Coast Guard or OSHA or something...I'll probably be the wrinkled bloated mass conspicuously found laying on the bottom...

of the SHALLOW end...


Correction:

Oh well, while I wasn't looking a nice little thunderstorm formed over the marsh to the west and is in the process of blowing across the island now.

I guess now that I'll read my paper on the sofa and watch the birdseed debris get washed off of the patio...