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no worries mate Yesterday was so calm and cool. For the first time in weeks I could turn off the central air and open the windows to my house without it becoming a sweatbox. Even more pleasant was the breeze coming through the windows, which almost never happens. The wind just doesn't come out of the south that often. There wasn't any running to the car dealership today. About the most productive thing that I did was my laundry and then some grilling. ... Sitting on my deck in the late afternoon reading Douglas Coupland, I'm in one of my moods where nothing matters to me. I am Junius Maltby. I am Billy Pilgrim. Sarcasm and bliss have become a perfect combination. For some people this might seem odd, but I don't really mind. Tomorrow is the Fourth of July and in some ways I could care less. I have never been the most patriotic of people and I think that I have said in the past that when I was growing up I dreaded the Fourth of July. For me it meant that summer was half over and that school was coming up fast. Of course that seems silly now, but in my ten year old mind it was everything.
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