Once in a great while, when I haven't posted for a few days, one or two people might actually check on my well being. Trust me, if I am not posting it's for one or two reasons. 1) I am probably really busy with work and 2) I probably have nothing to say.
I don't really have anything to say today. Went down and installed deadbolts on Smith's wine cellar today. Rekeyed his 8 padlock again to another key. I like Smith, he has cool stuff and he also spends tons of money with me.
Gonna get my brakes fixed in my car today. Barb Dunnam is doing them at her house.
It's hotter than fuck here today. Supposed to be hotter tomorrow. Alaska is sounding mighty fine right about now. I think I had a slight case of heat stroke out there doing Smith's cellar. Then I bothered to clunk my head pretty hard on some low lying boards he had out there in storage. I suddenly got nausious after the clunk. I feel much better now that I am home and in air conditioning.
Have I ever told you how much I hate summer? I hate deserts for the same reason I hate summer. I don't tolerate heat well. Never have either. One of the reasons my parents did not buy land in Palms Springs back in the 50's is because on their land buying excursion down there I got heat stroke so badly that they had to take me to the hospital. I hate heat, I hate summer. Except for icey roads, winter is the best season. I can bundle up and get warm in winter, but I cannot make the hot go away in summer. Summer sucks. Nuff said.
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