Thursday
Apparently, Barry Manilow never visited Utah in the summer.
In a house with the air conditioner or swamp cooler turned off.
Because, in the words of Nelly: “It’s gettin’ hot in herre…”
(And, no, the double “r” isn’t a typo.)

The Sprint technician moved the antenna today, so I will be scarce until Saturday night. *twitch* What am I going to do without instant access to the Internet at the apartment?!?

Pack.

That’s what I’m going to do.

Catch up with everyone on Saturday or Sunday.

Namaste.