I got nothin' to say here.

The truck is done. Picked it up after lunch, and was planning on heading out for another antelope classification route this evening.

Didn't make it.

Had the heelers loaded and everything. All the gear loaded except for hot coffee, and that was in the microwave. Less than two minutes, and we would be on the roll. An evening of sage, dust, pronghorn, and maybe a nice sunset.

Instead an ATV came down the street. Driven by a friend. A friend I haven't seen in a while.

A friend whose son is in Iraq.

We visited. And visited. As usual, talking about just about everything else except Iraq.

(Gas is $2.99⁹⁹ in town, he tells me. I didn't know that. Don't buy gas much.)

In the end, it was over an hour and a half later before he decided it was probably time to move on.

Too late to head out to classify, now. The heeler sisters, who had given up on me to nap in the back seat of the hot truck, were clearly disappointed to not be going anywhere.

Except to the backyard, for a hosing to cool them down. Which they do not enjoy.

Tomorrow, as in about seven hours, hunting seasons begin in earnest. Three days coming up of sitting along a hot highway in the middle of nowhere. Should be fun, but at $3 a gallon, I suspect I'll feel too guilty to run the air conditioning much.

Gonna miss last year's cooling rains.