Who ya gonna call? Hmm-mm . . desert + sun < heat - noAC = FUUUU-U-U !! OK, so it wasn't perfect and kinda expensive but it's done and I'm a jitbag.

These are a few of my favorite things - - Blah-blah . . . maybe in my next life I'll be a shaman or a wet nurse. The apotheosis of being perfect in Dreamland so long makes the slough of despond unthinkable. It's the times, you know - all covid and with that limp and all . . . AH! can a bitch get a donut?

I can't help it if I'm still in love and challenge is just another word for let's do another take. Part of sleeping at night is not dragging unfinished business into the bed so even imperfect closures still get high marks for their moving along aspect. Getting used to things not quite right seems to be a key in the battle for salvation only if the adjustments are acceptable. I'm OK but maybe she's not so much. We'll keep figuring out if it's ominous or just a dalliance.

What's that noticeable co-o-ol feeling? AH! the air is so nicely conditioned.