After the Show

It was so hot in Dahlonega last night that Bleb decided to sit in the creek after the show to cool off. He sat there until noon today. Nothing but the promise of my wife's fried-egg-and-tomato sandwiches could convince him to leave. The result: we only just now arrived back home. My wife is mighty upset at being called to cook at 10pm on a Sunday evening, but a promise is a promise. When we return in September, I'm bringing along a set of bagpipes. They can make anything move.