A Carnival Jangle
I don’t know much about where you are, but where I am, I can tell you a thing or two about the heat right now. The thing being: it’s hot. Mighty hot. The sort of hot where you pile your hair up off your neck and sit in your skivs and wish you possessed a Homer Simpson gracelessness that might allow you to put a floatie, a few cans of beer, and a thousand ice cubes in your bathtub.