I have to find something to do until it's time to leave. I SHOULD mow the lawn. I SHOULD change the strings on my guitar, but I sound better with dead ones. I SHOULD make food, but it's too flippin' hot here...and humid, and the air's deader than my strings (or that last lobster that hid behind the pickle jar in the fridge). I'm becalmed in the doldrums of August. But the car's got air conditioning and the CD player still works. So, in about 3.5 hours or so, I'll be on my way.