I have been told that I have a sick sense of humor, and that may be so. I also have a cat who complains terribly when it is too cold, too windy, too rainy... and now he is complaining that it is too hot. Yesterday the temps broke 100 degrees here as they did in so many other places. Today, I managed to cut the grass since it was only 90. No, I did not use the walk behind - I sat on the Deere and tooled around Possum Lane just like I had good sense. I was soaked when I came in, and covered with dust. It has not rained for a while more than a tenth of an inch or so. I took a picture of the mower's barn before it got to its peak yesterday, and decided to put it on with another picture of the same barn, same thermometer. And a complaining cat. Some folks are just never satisfied!