I could bottle the sweat coming off my neck, under my belly and off my butt - it's really that bad. Kinda makes sitting down and writing as appealing as reorganizing the apartment all weekend to find we still really don't have enough room for another member of this family. Oh wait, we did that. And it sucked. And my feet and ankles are plump and tingling. Thanks August for saving the best for last!
Seriously though, new post with lots to tell by Thursday.
In the meantime, looky here at my last R2AK column where I count down my Top 5 Concerts.