BUT IN THE AFTERNOON, I JUST
Have not been posting but have been running and it's been gnarly. When "they" came up with "dog days of summer" they probably imagined the cross-eyed dog in the photo below, melting onto the kitchen floor. It's been hot, muggy and the mosquitos are at plague levels. I don't think there is better motivation to keep moving than the swarm.
I did get a respite from the gnarly-ness in a little weekend jaunt to Door County to see the in-laws, it's fantastic there, take a trip if you haven't been. I got in on some epic fish-fry at The Shoreline (my in-laws own it and have been turning out great food, smiling and telling jokes there for the past 20 years) and spent at day at the "beach". They call it a beach, but it's on a lake, the lake is huge, but it's still a lake and to this Miami raised boy it's not a beach unless the water is salty.
Again attached is what got me through the runs. The song is from my friend Andy aka Time Since Western, he makes music, writes "damn good words" at Planet Propaganda and Loves Fly Fishing
