The Dog Days

Hello from out here in sandland, where, in shocking news you won't believe, it's hot. Yesterday was 117° and today, well, I'm not even going to look. I saw someone running this afternoon. Quite what you have to prove, when you should be melting, remains a mystery. As did this chap's choice of running style which I can only describe as Steven Seagal but somehow funnier. I'm looking forward to a couple things when summer for us is eventually over. Having cold water actually coming out of the cold tap would be nice. And not leaving the skin on your feet behind on the concrete when you "just pop outside" without flip flops. I don't know why I slept on Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. The Wild God album is particularly good. You ever listen to a song and it stops you in your tracks and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up? Yeah, some songs on this album are like that.