My apologies for the relatively scant posting of late, but the wind has seemingly gone completely out of poor old Robbo’s mental sails, leaving his creativity and insight languishing and his head threatening to roll itself by the board on the swell.

In the meantime, I don’t suppose it’s any use to complain about the heat and humidity because it’s like this in many places, but………Jesum Crow am I tired of it.  It isn’t that it’s got hot this year, but rayther that it’s got hot and stayed hot.  I simply can’t remember the last time the temperature didn’t crack 90 (except when it rained).

So in addition to the chronic heat exhaustion I’ve been suffering off and on for about six weeks now, I realized this morning that what I had taken to be an outbreak of gnat bites in various parts of the person are, in fact, miliaria rubra, or what the docs would call prickly heat.

Sigh.  It’s always about this time of year that I rue not having air-conditioning in the ol’ jeep.

I know, I know.  “Stiff upper lip,” and all that.  And in fact, we leave town a week from Friday, heading to Maine for our annual summah hols, so hopefully I’ll be able to hold out until then, gaining refreshment and inspiration from a week of serious porch lounging.  In the meantime, I do hope you’ll understand if I seem more scatterbrained and disjointed than usual.