Friday was a long day, and it ain't over yet. I have to work the local high school football game in a couple of hours, and the team we are going to be playing is going to kick our butt. Clean our clock. Show us how the cow ate the cabbage.

I'm home long enough to change tee-shirts. Body armor doesn't breathe, and in humid Louisiana, working traffic in the sun is a recipe for heatstroke. The tee shirt I just took off was soaked with sweat. Not damp, but soaked. I wrung it out over the toilet before I put it in the hamper. I'm gonna get some tea in me, re-hydrate a little, kiss Milady, and head back to work.

Gonna put that body armor back on, too. I have it hanging over a rack so it will dry out a little bit.