The dog days of summer are dragging… and dragging me down. It’s the bottom of the seventh hour and already 80º out here on the back porch.  And the air is so thick you can see it.

It’s days like this that leave me wishing I was in my mountains. Looking down on the foggy river valley from the cool porch swing.

Ah…. cooler feeling already…

My inbox has been filled with donation requests from the democrats running to be the leader of the free world… or whatever that job is now. So far I haven’t picked a horse in the race. I think I am leaning towards Warren, I just wish she wasn’t already in her seventies. Most of the rest of the pack just doesn’t move me to much enthusiasm. And for my way of thinking, Beto needs to come home and whip Cornyn’s butt in the Senate race. But time will tell.

Oh well, I’ve retreated  from the heat… and it’s time for a refill and the morning news.