I don't know why I so often feel as though I don't have enough to do and not enough time to do it.
It's still hot. Swimming helps, as does pomegranate vodka punch. And air conditioning. Maybe you think Texas is a shithole now, but imagine what it must have been like 60 years ago. If it weren't for a/c, I bet someone would have shot everyone in the entire state and set the whole place on fire by now.
If you still want to see the photo show, this week's your last chance. We're taking it down on Sunday. Which is kind of sad, but we hope to do something that tops it next year.
Now I await a visit from Choo, sip my drink, maybe crank out a few buttons.