It is over 90 degrees outside. I went running early this morning, came home, collapsed on the floor, and proceeded to melt like the Wicked Witch of the West in a rainstorm. Didn't do a whole lot of anything else today.
If you're wondering, I haven't heard anything about the poetry contest yet. I keep checking the Website, and the same old message is posted: "The winner will be announced by July 15." Last time I checked my calendar, that was yesterday. I suppose I I should think that no news is good news. It's sort of like someone telling you on your birthday that your present is on the way. I can still have hope right now. I still have a present to open. When my present actually arrives, it might be a tin of stale sardines, but, for now, I can still believe it's going to be a Pulitzer Prize.
New cartoon tonight. Hope you enjoy it.
Saint Marty is keepin' the faith.
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