It's Hot, I'm Cranky

Today I've got nothing. The intense heat has escalated my usual foul mood to heights not seen in years. We have a house guest I'm not thrilled to see, and my house doesn't feel like home all of a sudden. I hate having house guests. I know I've said that before, but I'm frustrated, and need to repeat myself.

"Daughter" came home from camp the other night. She had a great time and survived the heat, bugs, and many songs and stories about poop. I will confess to choking up a bit when I saw her. I didn't bawl like an imbecile or anything, but I was overcome with a feeling that I would guess was joy. I can't be sure, since joy is not one of my regular emotions. I hear it's like happiness to the tenth power, but again, I don't even understand the analogy. She seemed filled with the same emotions. We spent the ride home listening to all her stories and were amazed at how old she sounded. She was just a little kid when she left. I guess so many poop stories will age a person.

I figured "Daughter" would be so happy to be back in the land of flush toilets and air conditioning that we would have a couple of days before our usual fighting began. We made it all the way to lunch on Saturday and then all her old habits came back with a vengeance. All that time in the woods hadn't mellowed her, it just made her vicious. That must be why animals are so surly. If you spend that much time outdoors, you're bound to get a bit testy.

I'm dehydrating, so I have to go. Remember to drink lots of water, wear loose clothes and stay inside with air conditioning as much as possible. If you really needed me to tell you those things, go outside and burst into flames. Later...Brian