Dog Days

I blame it on the heat. I blame it on the pace. I blame it on the beckoning of the outdoor world to be out in it, rather than being trapped inside.

This post is late because I forgot to type it up before I went to bed last night.

Tis the dog "daze" of summer and I'd much rather be on a raft than inside my humid house. I'm a bit delirious, but it is the meteorologist's karma to have a need for the Weather Channel, Al Roker, and foiled barbecues. There are too many distractions that keep us away from our routines in the summer. This includes staying on top of my "blog" game.