I’m feeling a little lightheaded at the moment — partially from the sweltering heat and partially from having just shot around on the basketball court across from my apartment for the past 30 minutes in said heat. The temps haven’t dropped below 80 here all night and if I’m going to be forced to take a shower to alleviate myself from the sweat that comes with such a heat wave, i might as well get a workout in the process and earn that shower, right?

I do seem to be making at least more than token use of the courts, which is a good thing. My game certainly needs the work, and the old bod could stand to be in better shape. Then again, I have yet to find when either of those statements have never been true for me, even when I’ve been at my peak in both. Maybe I just like shooting hoops in the pre-dawn light with the top of the Empire State building just peaking over the top of the buildings at Lincoln Harbor.

Oh, and you know what else’s weird? Turning on the TV to one of those god-awful morning shows, listening to the piece of eye candy up in the traffic chopper lay out the delays at the Lincoln Tunnel and actually hearing said chopper out my window. That made me laugh a bit. Then again, I’m usually easier to amuse when I’ve deprived myself of an evening of sleep. I’m funny that way.

Greetings from 600 acres of hippie infested farmland in Manchester, TN. So far everything about this little trip is going great, with two minor exceptions. It looks as though rain is in the forcast for rest of the weekend, which was somewhat expected anyway. It’s about a thousand times better than the monsoons we Bonaroovians endured last year. The other issue is the lack of enough hours in the day to fit everything in. I feel like I already did more in the first day of this year’s gathering than I did in either of the other two events.

And just wait until you see the pictures for the late night Mardi Gras parade. ^_^

Catch you all when I return to civilization. End transmission.

Juggling many different things in a pre-summer mini-heatwave that has dropped itself into the greater New York area and most specifically right into my studio apartment. The air is literally taken from your lungs by a semi-humid hand. Your energy follows shortly thereafter.

Then again, there isn’t much energy left in the tank anyway. I’m trying to tie up loose ends on three projects before I head off to Bonnaroo later this week. Had I been diligent in my work and better with my estimating skills, I would only have two to deal with. Estimating remains my weakest link, with business management a close second. This must change, and change quickly.

Today is also a good day for cardio exercise. Well, that is to say it has become a good one, what with all the running up and down stairs to check my mailbox to see if that long awaited paycheck has finally arrived. I’m down to pasta, rice and about $8 to my name until it shows.

Half wish I was back on the beach again today. Mister Nick from Neptune started giving me surfing lessons yesterday afternoon and I managed to not kill myself. Still haven’t progressed to the point of standing on the board, or even catching a good wave, but you have to start somewhere. At the very least my pasty white skin got some color to it, so that’s good.

Par for the course.