Hot Stuff.

If you never hear from me again, in all likelihood it's because I either a.) died of a heat stroke; b.) melted; or c.) evaporated into thin (yet hot & humid!) air... If this is any indication of what kind of summer we're gonna have, then it's gonna be brutal!

"What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance." --Jane Austen, 'Letters'