It's only 30 days away. That's not long. Well...31.

It's so damn hot; it's not even July yet
Which I suppose indicates just how hot it will get
And yes, SecondLife is an inside-activity
And you'll hear not complaints on that from me
Still, I'm taking a break and will be back in August
And I adore you all and you all will be missed.
I haven't started my sabbatical yet
So come by at eight to hear the set

Bring a baked dish at eight

One thing that puts us in good moods
Is talk of sex or talk of food
We never find it it crude or base
To discuss such varied tastes
But why should characters unreal
Find in such talk such broad appeal?
So why this constant verbal feast?
Man talks of most what he has least

Is your computer digital-age ready?

The winds doth blow! So comes the change
From drought to verdant valleys lush
And television, just as strange,
Away from analog shall rush
The rains that fall here (inches thick)
Along with thunder loud and great
Is turning TVs into bricks.
The digital age starts at eight.

David Carradine is a good first line for a haiku

almost done with book
job just around the corner
life is looking good