If I ever complain . . .

. . . about Denver traffic or weather again -- slap me (this applies to everyone but A Beautiful Disaster who may actually slap me). It has been in the upper 90s in the DC with the usual humidity which means you sweat even when you dream you are in Greenland with Al Gore examining the glacial breakdown. And it took me well over an hour to go from Gaithersburg to Tysons Corner during the afternoon in August! Rush hour here never ends.