June 28, 2008

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It's 102 here in the High Desert. It's High because of the latitude, not the altitude, in case you were wondering.

I think I've already mentioned that I like it hot. I think warm weather dog blood runs in my veins. I imagine that my ancestors were sight hounds chasing big game on the African savannah. Today I chased a lizard. I think my forebears would be proud of me.

Happy birthday, Boss Man!  May I have some cake, please?