Cloudy today, for the most part, so a little break from the sun. Currently, it's only 78˚F, with the heat index at 80˚F.
Eddie Money is dead. I probably haven't listened to an Eddie Money song since the 1980s, but he was part of the cultural soundscape of my youth (let's say 1977-1986), which is melting away as quickly as the icecaps.
What do you say about a day that you have to spend fifteen minutes trying to think of anything at all worthwhile to say about? I'm having far too many of those.
Have a look at
Spooky's Etsy shop. The goblins in her workshop are busy making Halloween thingamabobs.
Later,
CRK
4:23 p.m. (yesterday)