Well, "chillin'" is the wrong word to use.
Sitting at the bus stop this evening after work, the sun glowering down on me while I wait, shirt sleeves rolled up & sweat rolling into my eyes . . . it's summer, baby. 90 degrees.
Meh - I seem to be getting used to it. Gotta say the heat and the short (about a mile and a half) walk home actually can make me appreciate a really cold Miller High Life . . . though maybe ice water would have been even better.
Let's get a few shots from Up North:
Was around 65 up there, which, believe me, is a heatwave of an even higher grade than 90 down here less than halfway into May.
Let's scare up one from the neighborhood:
a little blurry, but it will do. This one's off the back deck, a nice quiet shot of the back of Schnitzelburg. Out front it's all about the Goss/Poplar Level traffic and the Kroger, but back here it's quiet.
I'll spare you the one of meat roasting on the grill - positively barbaric.
The livin' may or may not be easy, but it's summertime. Peace!
Coming up: hipsters, the Tigers, Osama bin Laden, and maybe some audio to get you through.
