groggy

I slept in this morning, due to a heinously long--but nevertheless delightful--phone conversation last night. Angus sounded the alarm at 5:30 a.m. sharp (his bark is piercing, even through doors), so I let both the dogs in and fell back into bed. He just couldn't believe I wasn't getting up, but I'd had exactly 2 1/2 hours of sleep at that point, and even his enthusiasm for the day couldn't persuade me to rouse.

When I finally got up at 9:30 there were 5 dogs toys on my bed; his tether ball, a couple of squeakies, a sock with knot tied in it (his first toy, awwww...), and even a bud from a barrel cactus. I hadn't known he'd appropriated them as toys, but he's so creative that way.

Seems to be the return of the swelter, as a storm walked all the way to my door yesterday and then once again declined to delivered the goods. My Weatherbug was flipping out, flashing *Weather Alert* messages every 2 minutes about dime-sized hail, 60-mph wind gusts, threats (promises?) of torrential rain in a short period, flash flooding, etc.

So it's a sunny day (darn), we've missed our riverwalk, and it's time to go swimming. Thank goodness for city pools, where a workout doesn't bring me to the edge of heatstroke.

ciao for now!