The cut-off point for me on the heat index is ninety-six degrees. Anything above ninety-six is uncomfortable, anything below, is not so bad. That's if I'm indoors of course. The specs change if I'm outdoors. I haven't figured the outdoor specs yet. I'm not sure I ever will.
I went to the beach this weekend. The sand was burning hot. I had to twist my feet below the surface sand to stand comfortably on it. That's an old beach trick not everybody knows about. It's akin to finding the shady part of the sand. It's where the hobbits live. Or that's what I'd like to believe.
I'm still reading The Hobbit. Goblins are bloodthirsty. Thank God for Gandalf. I'm beginning to wonder if J.R.R Tolkien was on drugs, or just that smart. I've seen pictures of him. He doesn't look like a drug user, but you never know. It's the innocent looking folk that are the most pernicious. Take Diane Feinstein for instance. She looks motherly, kind, of good character, but truth be told, she sometimes votes for murder.
I went to the beach this weekend. The sand was burning hot. I had to twist my feet below the surface sand to stand comfortably on it. That's an old beach trick not everybody knows about. It's akin to finding the shady part of the sand. It's where the hobbits live. Or that's what I'd like to believe.
I'm still reading The Hobbit. Goblins are bloodthirsty. Thank God for Gandalf. I'm beginning to wonder if J.R.R Tolkien was on drugs, or just that smart. I've seen pictures of him. He doesn't look like a drug user, but you never know. It's the innocent looking folk that are the most pernicious. Take Diane Feinstein for instance. She looks motherly, kind, of good character, but truth be told, she sometimes votes for murder.
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