It's 101 degrees at 8 o'clock in the p.m. That's what I call hot. I had to wait for 20 minutes outside today to catch a shuttle out of downtown Nashville. Toasty, it was. The poor ole' stray cat that usually passes through the yard offering little more than a quiet "meow" has been complaining loudly and begging for food and water. I think it's just too darn hot for her to get out and hunt down the major staple of her diet - those cute little backyard birdies we also feed. Hmmm, no wonder she likes to eat THEM, we're fattening 'em up for slaughter. At least they go to meet their maker on full bellies. What can ya do? Fun gig last night. Click on "show past dates" on my Calendar page for the recap. Stay cool.