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?