I think we all remember the song Hot Time Summer In The City where the back of his neck feels gritty. Well that's what it felt like on Thursday morning. I'm not complaining about the heat but it was a bit hot and humid. Since the stag was in the PM we played in the AM. At least 8 showed up, but only 7 really played. I'm not sure what I was doing, but I don't think you could really call it golf. It was more like lunging with a quick release. The skin money was concentrated in half the field.
I'm starting to think we're in south Florida with these evening thunder storms. The course is starting to show the effects of these constant monsoons. No standing water, but certainly soggy conditions. Hope we catch a break and get the fireworks in without a big storm to spoil the party.
The Nurse and I have the grand dog for 10 days. It is always a treat to be awakened by a big black, furry thing breathing in your face a 5:45 AM. But, she is such a good natured dog you really can't get too upset with her. The fireworks and thunder do bother her, but she is too big to be a lap dog (she tries).
Have a good weekend,
CC
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