It's muggy and the rain is flirting with us, just a few drops here and there, when we need a torrential downspout to wash all this hot air out of the way. The hillsides are parched and brown and the air catches in your throat. It's gloom and doom everywhere after the ninny Congress didn't pass the Bailout Bill and the DOW has plunged 777 points. McCain is blaming Pelosi & Obama, his numbers are dipping and the pundits are gibbering. We're going to watch Roman Holiday and pretend this day never happened.
Oh and Dotsie is having her aural hematoma sliced opened and is spending the night at the vet's office. The puppy is whining and crying throughout the house and no-one can soothe her. And, jeez, it's hot, still.