Swelter

Since my P90X partner is out of town this weekend, I went for a run this morning. That's rough in 90-degree heat, but I suppose when I end up running a marathon, there won't be any way to control the temperature.

Paks went on the run with me, and she thought it was hot, too. Of course, when we stopped to turn around, I rubbed her fur a bit and pulled out about a sheep's worth of wool. She's a shedding machine.

Going to try to rack some wine tonight.