The other day I was commenting on the beauty of the day here on this island-where the usual summer day involves intense, wet, heat. Sort of like baking in an oven with a bain marie. Well-it's here. I knew we should stop and smell the roses(so to speak) because soon....very soon a wet blanket of hotness would fall down around us and stay for a couple of months. Even sooner, nothing will be fresh enough to smell-not roses, not people...not nothin'
I got my act in gear today and went to Curves early. Got a little to vigorous I think. My neck hurts a little. Anyway, I came home, got cleaned up and went to the store for BBQ stuff for the next few days. I came home with this stuff.
I know, I know....again with the food. Made a tall cool drink and nibbled(o.k. snarffed) it all and took a pain killer. That's when things got really interesting
I fell asleep and dreamed that this guy was in my yard singing.....to me
I'm going for the exact same meal tomorrow. Sigh.