The dog days of summer have settled in with their sultry nights. easily becoming lanquid, it was wth effort that I started the grill to bbq supper. If Lynn, Char and Dempsey hadn't been coming for supper I think a glass of wine by the river's edge would have served me just fine.

A hot sticky night after a filling meal and too much wine made for a frettful sleep. And now I'm off to work. What's wrong with this picture? ;>)