I tried to be responsible. I tried to think of a way to urge myself outside, out of doors. Every time I opened a door to the outside world a wall of heat hit me, like somehow Phil Spector had somehow figured out a way to control the weather from his prison cell.

Today is the hottest day of the year, so far. Missouri summers offer a wonderful combination of heat and humidity. Oh sure, on the surface it may sound like a winning combination, peanut butter and chocolate, sweet and sour, etc. In reality, it's more like hellfire and brimstone, which is less analogy than it is description.

For whatever reason - faulty wiring, I assume - my conscience bothers me about going outside on days like this, as though it's driving me to self-emolation for all those cooler days I told myself I'd get out there another day.

So there it is, a long way of saying it's Sunday night, it's hotter than hell so how about an open thread?

I'll be ducking in and out, so if you've got any questions, suggestions, complaints, conundrums, etc. I'll try to get to them.