Warmer weather is what one expects now, but still not extreme.
Early to bed and early to rise. That works for me.
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Warmer weather is what one expects now, but still not extreme.
Instead of finding the morning warm, muggy, and still, it turned out to be cloudy and cool and breezy! I did not expect that at all.
The heat is not really out of norms, and certainly bearable. I do what I need to do early in the day. It helps to be an early riser, and it helps to ignore DST. My 7 is your 8, and so on. I just don't alter my sleep patterns. I'm out of bed and ready to rumble by 5:30. MY time. True to form, I got the essentials done while the morning was fresh and cool.
I have certainly been enjoying my guitars lately. People complain about the Duncan designed pickups on Jagmasters, but the secret to a good tone is to set them as far below the strings as possible and then to screw out the threaded pole pieces a few millimeters. This adjustment makes a world of difference. I find the action on my Jagmaster to be the best of all my guitars. Of course, I used a hard wood tremelo block, held in place with Titebond. Trem systems aren't worth the tuning hassle, in my book. And the springs actually make a nasty contribution to the sound. They must go.
We need to dry out. Rain chances are greatly diminished, temps climb, and rather high humidity is the current trend. It might be a bit tropical for a few days. So be it. June will soon be gone.
Truly, we have had some rain. I heard yet another downpour and thunderstorm in the wee hours of the night, in the night I say, and I arose to find a sopping wet world and indications that at least another inch of rain had fallen, if not more. My rain gauge was smashed to bits by hail several years ago, so I go by the high water mark on the driveway, left by debris carried by water rushing down the street, as it receded. The street must have been flooded from curb to curb. And the clouds are heavy, the air is quite chilly, and the threat of more rain, yet more rain, hangs heavy above our saturated heads. Yesterday I found playa lakes near me approaching flood stage. I would not be surprised to find them overflowing into streets. Quite impressive. Many rains.