The first sign around here that fall is not far behind is when my 7 AM meetings with the India team take place before the sun comes over the neighbor’s house next door. Bad enough to be doing calls at 7 AM, even worse when you’re doing them and have to turn a light on.

Visited the quack yesterday about my elbow, she told me (as I gathered) it was tennis elbow and that I was the third person she’s seen that day with the same diagnosis. She gave me these powerful anti-inflammatories that seemed to work really well at first, but then I had the worst day in three months – I’m practically a one-armed cripple. Try blogging with only one hand! I’m glad the golf clubs are still in Georgia, and they better be getting the royal treatment from my brother!

If you want a fun read worthy of old dime-store crime fiction in a modern setting, read Howie Carr’s Hard Knocks. It was hoot from start to finish, although you do need to know a little bit about Boston and Mssachusetts politics to get the drift of some of Carr’s humor. But I enjoyed it greatly. Thanks, bro.

Equally good is Gerry Lopez’s Surf Is Where You Find It, where Lopez weavs his lifetime of surf adventures with a Zen-like philosophy for the sport and its interaction with nature.

The pool hit 94 degrees (I think) for the final time yesterday. With no sun today and a little bit of rain it dropped four degrees. It’s not that we won’t still have hot days for another month – we will – but the nights are bound to start “cooling”own into the 80s, and that’s death for keeping a pool over 90. And if we get the rain that is hopefully forecast for the end of this week that’s a good 3-4 degree loss right then and there. The days of luxuriously-warm swims is rapidly coming to a close.

Two churches across the road from each other have a theological battle running. Count me in among the Catholics. (Hat tip: Ace of Spades HQ)