It's a hot hot Summer down here in Florida and I have just returned from the equally hot (or likely even hotter) Nevada. As always, very happy to reunite with Smokey, who, much like myself, is in the desperate need of a haircut. We both got decent haircuts before I left (evidence below) so there really is no explanation.
Anyway, really don't have much to blog about at the moment. My good friend Ernie, whom I think I saw a total of one time this year just called that he is back from Europe. I'm not even sure how long he was gone it's been that long.
This cheap hat's been getting a lot of air time lately -- an inevitable phenomenon that tends to happen to accessories that take sun blocking to a whole new level, simply by being able to simultaneously moonlight as dirty hair camouflage. Not any worse than parading around in a scarf worn as a skirt (which happens to also make an excellent travel blanket) or a pajama top as a shirt. Call it gross or effective -- there seems to be a limit to the number of weeks one can live out of a duffle bag without blurring the fine line between sleepwear and daywear. Think I'll just call it the art of traveling light.
Meanwhile I'm in beautiful Madrid for a long weekend. Rented a matchbox sized apartment in the heart of the city for a few nights, which I am rapidly falling in love with.