I got back to Georgia in a blistering heat after seven hours driving an air-conditionless van. And now there's half a tree on my roof... when did this happen?

I had received an invitation to a party tonight which was to feature a) free alcohol, b) free food, and c) a hot tub. But I think that I will lie down on my futon instead and wait for a) the insurance adjuster's phone call, b) the central air conditioning to bring the temperature down below 85 degrees, and c) sleep, eventually.

Tomorrow maybe I'll feel like seizing the day, grabbing the bull by the horns, making hay while the sun shines, gittin' 'er done, et cetera.

NTD