Nothing new under the sun.

The fan blows a stream of hot air allowing the collection of your moisture to make humidity a better monster.

Like a hurricane sucking any wanna be storms in to its circumference.

Spanish Moss dead still,nothing motivates it.

A lone oak in a field the bovine herd crowds in to lay in its shade.

Wait I know deodorant I used.

Showering before bed I must.

How did I survive driving with but windows down in my youth, perhaps it was why I drove so fast.

96% but index 111%.

Yes complaining but not comparing to my ancestors who followed the ice wagon grabbing slivers in their youth.

What a treat it must have been.

We will lay in wait tomorrow surely he will come.

Monuments to the inventor of AC are erected.

If any thought to defile staked out next to a Brazilian fire ant mounds they would be.

This is Florida, understand before you journey.

Even a native I seldom trudge the swamp but have.

If you settle a body of water I advise. A lake or the coast better yet.

The wind favors these.

The rant is over but perhaps I owe apologies because of Florida I am who I am. And at my age I can still perform. Not as good but I’m as good once as I ever was.