Music by The Derailers

[Music by The Derailers] Cleaned up the media kit a little. Riding herd on hundreds of megabytes of data is not an easy task. The phone never stopped ringing, not all morning, and not all afternoon. I was stuck in a trailer in South Austin, AC blowing bitter cold, and me, talking to clients, yearning for something out–of–doors. By two or three, I unbuckled myself from the phone and set off in 100 degree heat to find something cool. Sure works for me — I took a dip in the Springs again, and that cooled everything down. Hot summer day, cool, cool water. There’s something magical about that place, but I don’t dare share the information. I fixed a [dolphin–safe] tuna sandwich when I got home. The cat, who’s been hiding under the bed to escape the biting AC, decided I was her new best friend all of a sudden–like. But after she licked the can clean, she turned her nose up at some of my sandwich that fell on the floor. Not a true Texas cat — here, any food group’s taste is enhanced by Ranch Dressing. The e–mail continues to trickle in about the switch in web portals that carry me — basically none now. I’m depressed by the whole affair, but I’m not letting it get me down. Barton Springs is just down the trail from me, and that’s good for lifting my spirits.