Conveniently ignoring the fact that I CHOOSE to live in the South

When was the last time you got really and truly excited about a prediction that the temperature would reach 91° in a couple of days?

Duuuuuuuude...

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Between the time I captured today's screen shot of the little handy weather report on the bottom of my laptop and, well, now, my cable went down for the second day in a row. Which never happens. Is it possible weather like this can bring down our ability to see bad TV And Our Access To The Rest Of The World? I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason for why such a travesty would happen on the two hottest days I can personally recall with any vividness (I drove by a digital billboard at about 5:30 that declared the temperature was 102° then,) but I don't know what it is. And I think I want to blame the weather for this glitch in my ability to experience convenience Every Minute Of Every Day...as God intended when He made the Internet. And there's nobody to stop me, so yep...that's what I'm gonna' do.

I Can Not Wait Until Saturday. When I can actually go outside. For longer than 20 minutes at a time. And breathe while I'm out there. (I guess Macon and Jim must be halfway to the beach by now. And I'm not bitter. They had room for me in the car. Jim said so when he called yesterday to extend another invitation...right about the time I lost my internet connection for the first time this week. If it weren't for that workshop tomorrow, and that other little work commitment I made for the 3 hours right after the workshop...) Nope. Not gonna' think about it. I'm sure there's a good reason for me to stay in town while scads of my friends cavort around that little old beach town. And maybe I'll even figure out what it is one day. Oh. Yea. It's good to make some money. Work's good. Paying your bills is good. Yup... there's a good reason not to go! As it turns out.

Sat Ur Day. It's Going To Be Ninety. One. Degrees. On Saturday. Most Excellent!