Oh, those Dog Days of Summer ...

The muggies are back.

Bigtime.

Grrrrrr.

Weather wise, it was great the past few days, and, I was sorry to see those cooler temps (if the low 80s could be considered “cool”) have disappeared. “Get set to sweat” again was the dire prediction on the early weather report. Indeed!

There are only two more days ‘til those doggone “Dog Days of Summer” are done ... astronomically-wise, that is. Calendar wise, Summer is not out of here yet.

I also heard on the radio this morning that today is the 222nd day of the year. That numbers combo might be significant enough to buy a Lotto ticket if you’re into numerology, and 222 reinforces in my mind that 2016 is speeding by, though I don’t need the calendar, or to consult the Almanac, to know this fact. The past week or so, once I turn the corner to walk East down Emmons Boulevard, suddenly the sun is staring me right in the face, blinding me with the glare. Recently, the angle of the morning sun has changed dramatically at the time of my daily trek.

This morning, as I sidestepped to yield to other walkers alongside their canine companions, it seemed each of us humans were wiping our respective brows, and the pooches were panting. It seemed like a good time to remark that it ain’t a fit night, er morn, out for man nor beast.

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