Coleman and Abbigail
It doesn't get any better than a visit to the International Cryptozoology Museum!

August 4, 2016 - Thursday

70 degrees/hazy skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

We left the air conditioning on last night and awakened to find most of the windows in the house fogged over this morning. It's unreal how high the humidity is. Though it may be uncomfortable for us humans, the garden is loving it. I still believe there's a good chance that this year's giant pumpkin can beat last season's. 

I almost didn't write this morning. Between the hot and humid weather and battling this bug that's moved into my body, I didn't wander far from the comforts of the living room. 

I'm happy to report that I've not run a fever in over twenty-four hours and the sores that were inside my mouth are healed. In fact, I feel completely normal except...

I'm not thrilled that both thumbs and index fingers on each hand are extremely weak with most dexterity gone. Sure makes it hard to type, brush my teeth, or hold a cup of coffee. 

This thing has until tomorrow, Friday, to vacate, or I'll be heading to the Urgent Care Center. I'm tired of pussy footing around.

Bennet just turned six months old

So that's the news in our end of the world. I'm going to walk an easy three miles this morning and try to get this gel I call my blood flowing again. Sargie opens and should be home early, just in time for us to attend the Elvis concert in Iron River. I know I'll be singing, "C'mon and be my little, Teddy Bear," to her deep into the midnight hours, well, until she turns over and tells me to shut my mouth. 

Hey, it's just the way I roll. Uh-huh-huh...

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Coleman's ready for another season of football.