I hardly slept last night, and I'm not awake this morning. Currently, it's only 80˚F, with the heat index at 84˚F. This hardly counts as summer, and certainly not dog days. Yesterday, we proofed "The Prayer of Ninety Cats," and then headed out to my mom's in Leeds to do a mountain of laundry, which took most of the night. We ate barbecue from Rusty's and watched the third episode of Ken Burns' The War . We got Jack's for breakfast on the way home this morning. I'm in a low place. I don't know what might help. Later, CRK 9:56 a.m.