It's a typical muggy North Carolina day. It's only 79, but I'm sweating even though I'm sitting down. It's that close, that humid, that yucky. Oh, there's a small breeze now, but it's the exception. So my kids and I are outside. My daughters are in their panties and my son is in his diaper. I am sitting here, let all souls breathe a sigh of relief, more fully clothed. I'm tempted to strip down to my skivvies, but I know it would be wrong - wrong as all crimes against nature are wrong. Anyway, someone pray a decade or two of the rosary (or however it is you Protestants pray) for a better breeze here in central North Carolina.