...hot.
Summer -
real summer - has struck like a pie in the face. Think "hot". Think "apple". Think "splat".
I would kill for some air-conditioning. Kill. Many, many people. The fan I've put in the kitchen window isn't helping much. Pity the cat. She's got
fur.
Lots of e-mail these past five days, so expect some fun-fun-fun Reader Mail tomorrow. That is, if there's not another hackattack. Yup, I'm worried. Colour me concerned. I'm a pretty pointless target, though. Like tagging a burn-out barn, eight miles from the nearest road, in a particularly uncrowded (and unfriendly) part of Wisconsin.