Boy howdy, good morning. I'm hot, and not in a good way. I had to get up early today to fix Stan's breakfast. I knew I wouldn't have the time or energy to do it on Sunday for Father's Day so I told him I would do it today before he heads out for Meals on Wheels. That meant I had to get up early this morning. This isn't just your simple eggs and toast breakfast. This is a fried potatoes, biscuits, sausage, gravy and eggs sorta breakfast. Talk about a hot kitchen, even with A/C. I'm gonna go sit down in the living room under the ceiling fan and cool off for a spell. Yawl have a good day. And Bung, I look forward to your tractor pull because that tells me we're about half-way there for summertime and I can start counting the days until fall (93 to be exact). RM, watch out for those Publixes. There have been some shootings and assaults at the ones in Georgia lately. Seems it's always in the news. I don't know why that would be because the people at Publix are nicer than the people at any other grocery stores. The world has gone to hell in a handbasket. Anybody want any blackberries come pick them from what used to be our pasture. They are going wild and free out there and I'm even thinking of putting up some jam. If somebody else would pick them. It's too darn hot for me to get out there. The squirrels and birds will probably eat them all anyways. Well, yawl have a blessed Tuesday. I may go take a quick snooze under the fan. Dish man comes later to work on the TV, though, so I have to pretty up a little.