Y’all ain’t gonna believe this.

I’m sitting on the porch enjoying my after dinner cigar, and it feels magically delicious out here today. You can still see the humidity, but the temperature is quite pleasant (as I sit in front of a turbo power industrial cage fan blowing hard enough to move the leaves on the tree across the yard.) The overall point is that, unlike yesterday, I’m outside, I’m clothed, and I’m not begging for the sweet relief of death.

Global warming is a tricky minx.

I ain’t got no…

…motivation. Global warming is real, folks. It’s sucked every last drop of energy from me.  This summer more than any before has rendered me a melted blob of ugh. How are we supposed to survive in this world where we need to wear a dehumidifier mask every time we venture outside, and the very real risk of heat stroke exists just for opening the door for the UPS delivery man (who must be some sort of android)?   Continue reading