"I'm-a-good-look," say the chimps. They also like meatballs, so don't be surprised if they show up on any given Thursday demanding meatballs and sausage -- though they still haven't developed a taste for stinky cheese. Which is strange... they like all other stinky things.

I was bad today -- didn't make macaroni. I blame the heat. Or at least the anticipated heat (was supposed to be hot/humid today, but didn't get so bad until mid afternoon). So I dogged the early morning meatball drill and instead slipped out back this afternoon to grill some burgers, some sausage, some potatoes and zucchini. Came out nice. In a few minutes I'll go jog a couple of miles.

Did I ever mention how much I hate jogging? It's dreadfully boring. And my knee still gives me considerable pain. And my back gets stiff. And I sweat like mad -- for a good 20 minutes after I'm done.

I'd rather be drinking wine. Maybe I'll try doing both one day, see how that goes.