If it's not the heat, it's the friggin' humidity. And now, after weeks of being one very sweaty beaver, I got soaked to the bone yesterday by a torrential rainstorm. Good thing I was carrying my waterproof notepad. Trust me, no beaver leaves home without one.
So anyway, despite the usual summertime where-the-hell-is-everybody slowdown, I've had several interesting (and odorous) items chucked into my bungalow. Keep 'em coming, people. You know where to find me: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Dear Bob the Beaver,
SAN In My Shorts