Just thought I'd wish all of those Wiccans out there and in here a cool, happy, and safe Lammas. Don't get naked with your friends without the SPF 3000 today -- you'll likely end up a bunch of fried love poppets. To all the rest of you, myself included, happy August 1st.
Today is hotter than a Mexicans lunch, again, here in fetid and festering southwestern Ontario, mercury having risen to 39 degrees Celcius with the humidex at 48 in this part of the province. Our July was the hottest ever recorded, with no letup in the foreseeable future. It hasn't rained more than 15mm since May. Almost makes me think Malachi 4:1's empty promises have come real. Almost.
Great White North my ass. I can't wait to get the hell out of this part of the country.
So ends my post about absolutely nothing. My 'Dogs lunch for a Thursday'.