The Cupboard is Bare, As Is My Brain

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The heat of summer can be enervating, especially when one is in trail with a lawnmower.

After three weeks of lots of heat and not a lot of rain, the grass wasn't so much high as it was ragged.

So I waited until the outside temperature got closer to 80 than 90, then donned my working attire and set forth to cut the front yard.

It's done, I had a Guinness to celebrate than repaired to the dining room to consume a roast beef sandwich, with horse radish sauce, of course.

That being done, I thought about the blog.

Brain said, "Nope, not today pal."

So here we are ...

Juvat will be up tomorrow, and we'll get back with the Armée du Nord on Tuesday. They're camped on the frontier with Belgium, waiting for the word to advance.

Hopefully the Emperor can round up his stray marshals and get things going.

Wellington and Blücher ain't gonna wait forever.

Damn, I miss the beach.

Ciao!