Really feels like summer. I think the only real TV I watched last night was some of the Indians game. I've been staring at new episodes of "Bill Engvall" and "My Boys," which return tomorrow night, and so far haven't had the urge to watch either.
Yesterday, the bride and I had a convoluted conversation built around "Sunshine of Your Love," the Cream classic. Thought I would post a version of that today for grins, but after listening to that opening riff on half a dozen different YouTube postings featuring Cream and other Eric Clapton configurations, I wasn't keen on making you all hear it again. But I did find this strange brew: Ella Fitzgerald performing "Sunshine." A curiosity, to say the least. You've been warned.