Nothing Doing

We haven't done a hell of a lot over the past few days.

Despite temperatures in excess of 40 C, we have been going outside. It's thrice-damned hot out there, but it's a very dry heat. So while each individual breeze feels like a blast from a hair dryer of cosmic proportions, there's none of the sopping sweatiness of Kingston heat.

There's a pool nearby. We spend a lot of time there. We swim, read, smoke cigars, and drink Heineken. Okay, the last two are just me.

I've been reading a lot of Tom Robbins lately. The book in question is called Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates. It's about a former CIA agent, and involves a lot of literary tap dancing. It's good. You should read it.

I recently realized that I lack the appropriate cables to hook up my digital camera. That means you'll have to wait until some other point in the future before you can see the photos from our little voyage.

We go to Disney Land this coming Thursday. Between now and then, we will likely visit a waterpark, gamble at a casino, dine at a nice restaurant, do a little boutique shopping, drink a lot of wine, and eat a few more steaks (and pizzas).

I haven't been badly burned by going out into the sun yet. This is a major victory, in and of itself.

There's been no luck thus far with our guest speaker for the landmine foundation benefit dinner. As much as I want this to happen, I may have to postpone it again. I hope not. I'll know more by next Tuesday.

My hit counter has been marching forward at an alarming rate. This is mainly because everyone in the free world seems to want to see the Shelby Cobra photo that I posted a few months back. Seriously, about 50% of my hits are coming from the Google image search. Also, someone got to my webpage by Googling "cardboard swordfighting". I think that's pretty cool.