After a heavy thunderstorm yesterday afternoon I was quite sure the dropped humidity would stay dropped -- no such luck. So as the evening wound down we all piled into my bedroom and turned on the window A/C. While everyone else read, I fired up some Netflixes -- watching a bit of that 80s classic Beverly Hills Cop. Yikes. That's some thin soup right there! Mojo joined in the watching as soon as he heard the soundtrack -- a cut he's somehow familiar with.

Anyway, when the hitmen show up early in the film, I get a look at one of them and it makes me think of Breaking Bad. Is that the guy who played Mike? Alane and I laugh because we just saw an even earlier version of that actor, featured in an early 70s film about menstruation. No shit, menstruation.

Anyway, I didn't watch the whole movie. But dang, did it get cold in that room overnight. Everybody else seems to like it that way but I think it sucks. My shivering kidneys furiously filled my bladder to capacity. I awoke to scary dreams -- that I was taking a hugely relieving leak at some doctor's office. Those dreams are scary because you wake up and realize you're still in bed and then you have to check yourself. All clear. Whew.

Well, I've been up and at 'em for an hour and a half now. Drank a percolator full of coffee that's got my kidneys pumping even harder so I better stop typing and tend to business.