Turns out, this is one of those summers that I rediscover that iced tea is my favorite cold drink.

Was just sitting out on the porch drinking some, eating peanut butter filled pretzels, sharing some of those with the pups.

Thinking about observing slightly drunk, slightly belligerent socialist holding forth at the H & O last night, those people are always a kick, I find their anger lacking appropriate depth, I guess.

Having some more tea.