I hear ya' Sal, the heat is kickin' my butt. I'm supposed to go south next week and I'm seriously beginning to question it. They're looking at triple digits all week!

I'm a little sad about it, I probably won't get back down there to fish. I guess I'm kind of a lot sad about it. It looks like the Sept. jaunt is going to be the end of my roadtrip days, it's just getting too hard.

I've gone into big cooking mode for the next couple days. I'm filling the freezer back up and my theory has been that it's the same mess, so go for it and make a lot.

My priorities are askew and I have to come to the admission that the wild ride part of my life is ending. It seriously sucketh, I say.