Ain't no cure for the summer time... weirdness.

It skipped spring and went straight from January to July, which has caused us to use the airconditioner more than usual, so I live in this strangely quiet world with the ever present white noise of fans. I am living in a house piled full of boxes, with lots of my posessions already shipped off to a friend's 2 story garage for storage. My country has gone from the world's leader on human rights, to a frequently cited offender, and the people that followed every dress stain of a President lying about a blow job has no interest in the fact that the current President lied to justify a war. I have served on a church Search Committee, and LulaBell and I continue to deepen our involvement in our church, even as I am embarassed on a daily basis by the conduct of "mainstream" Christians in my country. As conservatives run up debts, F1 ran a race with only 6 cars because Michelin can't make tires.

Blinddog demands pizza and chipmunks, and it's all I can do to keep from spilling my beer.

Then my sister calls, and tells me she's become an ordained, pagan reverend, and she's going to do a wedding ceremony for some friends of hers.

I hope that the Tour de France is good this year. It may be the only "normal" part of summer I can salvage...