It’s like Groundhog Day in August. Today’s forecast? Hot. Humid. Sticky. Lethargic. Tomorrow’s forecast” Hotter. Stickier. More lethargic. We are firmly entrenched in the Dog Days of Summer. I look down at the dog and see that he feels the same way. It seems that all he wants to do is lay around, stretch, scratch himself, eat, and occasionally wander around the house and act like he is in charge. I can relate. Then again, th...
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