Las Vegas is finally starting to cool off. The weather with daytime temps in the nineties is much better than the 115 degrees F we saw for several months as we head into fall.

Things are slowly opening up, but the Delta variant still has a lot of us on edge. Foxy and I have been fully vaccinated, but the increasing number of breakthrough infections is concerning. As a result, we haven’t been to a House Party in almost two years. Two long years!

We still Zoom with friends, but that’s not like the real thing. It had looked like this thing was over, but with about half the population believing that the government is putting microchips in our arms has caused the infection rate to climb again.

We recently attended the wedding of a friend’s daughter and the best man, from Florida, couldn’t come as he had COVID. Luckily his fever spiked before he left town and so we didn’t get exposed during the wedding.

I’m working on two novels, and both are in the final stretch towards the goal line. As they get closer to being “in the can,” as movie people call it, I’ll update you more on them in the coming weeks.

Now that the weather is getting cooler, Foxy and I can use our antique Corvette convertible more often. Unfortunately, the sun is so brutal that riding around with the top down is hard to do. The weather helps to encourage my wife to take her top off, but I hate it when she gets her rack sunburned.

Back home in the mid-west, she could lay out au natural at the pool a lot, but in Sin City, she has to stay under the patio to avoid overdoing it. One of the nice things about Las Vegas is that most homes have a concrete wall around the back yard which provides a lot of privacy. The way our lot is laid out, people can’t see the pool area, so suits optional works out okay.

That’s about all for now, Wifey called, and I’m meeting her for lunch after her massage.