There's nothing to do in this part of town, which is a blessing considering my penchant for doing things when I should probably be resting. It's hot here, but only boring people talk about the weather. At least that's what I've been told. I would have holed up in the bus all day if it weren't for the siren song of an adequately maintained motel pool. I'm convinced with some degree of certainty that there is no single condition on this earth more pleasant than floating, lungs full on the surface of a swimming pool.