Local Warming
Ninety-nine degrees outside here. This is supposed to be April, not August. Diego might be embarrassed at how Friday’s haircut looks, but I’ll bet he’s loving the comfort level in the shade about now.
While I always love good conspiracy theory (OMG hot air from rambling democrats is killing the icecaps) I suspect the unseasonal heat is just residual energy from Spinner‘s sizzling performance last night with the SDMC at their Dreamguys show at the Balboa Theatre. Gotta love it when grown men can break out the hand puppets as back-up singers for The Lion Sleeps Tonight, and maintain more-or-less straight faces in the process.
….and I choreographed the palm fronds….