It's not the heat...

It's humid enough for a Graham Greene novel out there; the sun set hours ago and it's still in the mid-80s. This is what it feels like in Thailand, but at least there you have the benefit of feeling all Lonely-Planety and adventuresome. Not to mention the cheap beer. Here you just feel sticky and gross.

I can only imagine it's worse for young Samson, who spends most of his life diapered-up. The plan for the weekend is to keep babySam inside and keep him cool.