The sauna calls.
Yep, it’s time for me to return to my air condition-less abode. An army of technicians are en route. The muse is off to the groomer’s to get her sweatbox-do. And the hogtieing of my mother to “encourage” her coming along is nearly complete.
So, tomorrow will be the dreaded travel day. No blog. Wednesday’s edition will arrive contingent on my surviving the bloody hot.