Ah, summer has arrived...to this hell hole. I just heard a cicada loudly complaining. I'm not the only one fretting about the heat. Time for another cold one. I've decided--at dark, after my small 12 hour nap--to put chicken in the slow cooker. With enough bbq sauce to reach Houston. Bbq chicken for breakfast!.....You see, these are the kinda habits, turking instills. Sleep all day, cook at nite, have dinner for breakfast--all the while listening for the panda song to shatter the quiet....Oh and you can never turn off the computer. You'll miss it(whatever it is) for sure.