The gods who govern the corn fields and the blue skies and the wide and well gridded streets are clearly opposed to little old me being allowed to sleep more than three hours at a stretch.  Always being awoken by a dog, I am.  Couch surfing is not without its detractions.

The same gods are also clearly opposed to me being permitting to laze about in my underwear.  I shall resume this activity in approximately three weeks, and I imagine I will get at least three more weeks of decent weather in which to do it before autumn blows in on a cool breeze.  By that time I will have my closets perfectly organized and will delight in clothing my body with sweaters and blazers and the like.

Do you hear that, Californians?  Six more weeks of warm weather for those of us here in this land.  For you, six more eternities.