
No, not the cops. Our upstairs AC unit went out a while back. It wasn't that urgent to get it fixed when the highs were in the 70s and the lows in the 50s.
But just like that, the temps jump into the 80s and don't drop below 70 at night, leaving all of us red-faced for a good part of the day. Urgency? Um, yeah. Good thing the Y and its pool are right down the street. And we've got our summer trip to San Diego to look forward to. We'll test that popular notion that it's always 74 in San Diego by heading out there the last week of July. If we all get heat strokes from testing a little too much, you'll see the evidence here first.
So Geert recently got a set of professional shots taken for work. Here's one - and only one - 'cause he's being stingy with 'em.

What else? The kids are counting the days until school is over, Cindy's cousin Nicole is stopping by tomorrow with her baby and Geert is steamed that the American Idol crew of kooks did a flat-as-warm-Coke rendition of 'Paint It, Black' for a Ford ad.
So you're telling us that, even though they charge $625 for a back-row seat, the Stones need the licensing revenue? Besides, there are certain songs you don't cover...
Now he's happy because he just realized that it's less than 75 days until he gets to watch Dan Wheldon and the rest of the IRL dudes and dudettes fly around Nashville Superspeedway. And there's less than four weeks till Indy. Always thinking happy thoughts, that guy.
Diatribe is over and we out.