You win again, Mr. Sun ...

I've lived in Tucson, Arizona, for more than half my life now, and there are certain things I'm still not used to.

Like, today we had an outdoor gig and I got a little sunburned.

In October.

Oh well. If we're playing outdoors, better too hot than too cold.

Every single time ...

Paws in the Plaza has come and gone. Like last year, people seemed to enjoy the music. Like last year, the Humane Society made some money and adopted out some animals. Like last year, the weather was absolutely gorgeous.

And like last year, I forgot the sunblock. Ow.

This happens EVERY TIME. Somehow, after the last outdoor gig of a season, I forget that the sun will scorch me if I'm exposed to it for over five hours—the fact that it's only 74 degrees won't protect me.