As my old Scottish ancestors might say, I'm in a wee snit today.

No particular reason, just . . . I don't know, a little pissy, I guess.

A buddy of mine had surgery this morning. I'm sure he's fine, but I'm a little concerned. I found out last week that my dad is going to have some pretty big surgery coming up. Work is busy but boring. Blah, blah, blah.

Perhaps August is simply le mois d'ennui.

I'm sure the weather has something to do with it. I keep hoping one of these days to see that big yellow glowing thing in the sky. You know . . . that warm thing that hurts to look at. What was that called again?