Well, I'm getting ready to pack up a few gallons of Gatorade and swim over to Brunswick to do some more construction work this morning.
I say "swim" because the air is so thick you can cut it with a knife, and the Weather Wench on the Weather Channel just told me that the forecast high will be somewhere
Things weren't much cooler here on our little island yesterday, as our teen aged guests and their mother (the woman that told me that they routinely had no trouble staying out all afternoon on the beach normally) were begging me to abandon our spot out on East Beach yesterday afternoon by about 12:45 PM.
What?
We only arrived at the beach at a little after 11 AM and all the veteran beach bums (including Pat) except me wanted to go home?
So we did.
As is usual, my Missy, the "Turbo Pup", made the most of the day and had the best time--sitting on all of the chairs and spreading sand on all of the beach towels.
Here's a couple of pics showing her progress getting wet and dirty (click to enlarge):
The good news is that the Norton/Symantic guy got back with me and set up a conference call for Monday morning, and he also GAVE me a free download of the new Norton AntiBot software which I managed to get installed and thus far seems to exorcised my computer's demons.
Of course I could come home this afternoon and have floating beds and rotating heads and pea soup vomit all over the living room around the computer...
I just don't know what to expect any more around here.
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