It's 8:44 p.m. The sun's all the way down and the birds are asleep. But I'm sitting in the same spot as last time and - *gasp* oh, look! - there's still nothing between me and all that sublime weather outside but a measly screen door. :D

The only difference now is that it's dropped by maybe three degrees, and the stiff breeze - perfect for model sailboats in the park (Vegas does actually have parks with big ponds) - is all but gone, down to a barely perceptible, gentle lilt.

Hmmmmmm... for some reason I'm hearing Peter Frampton in my head....

"Tropical Islands in the Suuuuuuuun / Wish I could buy one / Out of seeeaaasonnnn...." :cool: :D