I've left the park and am sitting in another W/M parking lot, slowly melting into a puddle. How do people in the South handle this? Last night at the wine and cheese party we were discussing tornados, earthquakes and etc., and how sometimes you're much happier to stick with your particular hazards rather than move to another part of the country. Maybe humidity is that way -- if you're raised with it you get used to it. All I know is I'm seriously reconsidering my path over the next couple months!

I survived the whole week without seeing a snake, nor an alligator. I did get a raft of mosquito bites, but Gwen counted 79 bites in one part of Jim's back the other day so I think I'll take my 20 or so and not complain!

I've hatched a new plot to make myself a better marketer -- I can't stay in a park with blessed electricity for air conditioning unless I sell a book that day to cover the cost. I should say -- I've envisioned a new plot, I haven't committed to it yet! :p