Dang, I think I just had my most humid run ever. And that’s saying something, living here. Officially, it’s only 80 degrees (at 6 AM) but feels like 88 with the 87% humidity and no wind. (gusts: 4 mph) So I ran five miles. The little box at the right, I may start adding it so that I have a motivation to keep my mileage up (not easy when its, you know, 88% humidity), so don’t be surprised if it pops up on random posts.

Needless to say, I’m sweating like a pig. You’re welcome.

Hey, I’m going to Chicago next week. Mixed business/pleasure. If you’re there and have ideas of things I gotta do, or want to meet up (I’ll buy beer or pizza or whatever), lemme know. It’s just for a few days, so nobody here will miss me (sniff), and I’ll probably post from the road anyway.

In political nonsense, did you see how our esteemed govt. responded to the fact that they couldn’t stop one guy at the border, even when they knew everything about him? Yeah, they relax passport rules. Face it, if there were a real medical (or terror) problem, we’re hosed. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience anyone on their vacation, ya know. I bet they still make me take my shoes off at the freakin’ airport. (as someone wiser than I said, it’s a damn good thing Reid didn’t hide a bomb in his ass, or we’d all have to literally bend over to get on a plane right now)

I’m eating grapes. Anybody want one?

The Bestest Comment of the Morning Award goes to Marjorie, who made my day. Go say hi.

It’s almost time for the kids to wake up, and we’re driving to Shamuland in about an hour. This time I promised them we would get splashed by the freakin’ whales, so I’m wearing my swimsuit. I’ll try and take pictures this time.

Finally, if you’re still reading, I’ve always been curious (especially after reading the response at Avatar’s a while back):

Toilet paper. Over, or under?