Toss another skull on the barbie...
....Sweet Jesus it's hot. It's brain-roastingly mind-destroyingly hot. Frankly, I should be grateful, I can use all the excuses I can get. This heat fills me with a sort of grim despair. I confess, I hate it. I hate the dog days of summer. I cannot wait for the fall to arrive. In the meantime we must suffer under the great swamp of the Indiana sun. (well, those of us who live here will)