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2006-08-02 - 8:12 p.m. Go Lie Down In The Air Conditioning When your big old dog understands the new command, Go Lie Down In The Air Conditioning, and makes an immediate U-turn into the bedroom to collapse beside the cat, you know it's way too hot. It's 101 degrees outside and 84 in here, despite the bedroom air conditioner and a window fan in the craft room. Yay, even though a big crack has appeared across the newly-laid concrete of the Slumlord's Son's makeshift floor, my toilet commode is still standing on the same floor on which I actually reside! When it gets a bit cooler in here I will myself lay a ready-mix layer of concrete over what he did. It was Nature Week where I work in the Ramapo Mountains...two spotted does running and playing on the lawn outside our windows, then, just as I exited the Industrial Park at the end of the workday, a dead woodchuck lying on it's back in the road, it's buck teeth showing, and a turkey vulture with it's magnificent black wings outspread, busy tearing out it's entrails. Too hot to fiddle over this laptop for one single more minute...