The oppressive, stultifying, brain-burning summer has at last released it's zombie-inducing grasp on us. We've gone straight from triple-digit degrees to a whole week forecast at 80/50 highs-lows. I held up my arms and bathed in the glorious, cool breeze (wind) as I murmured haikus, ballads and verses celebrating this wonderful gift of nature, but then I shut up when Mr. Schmidt, who was changing a flat tire at the time, looked up and said "Huh?", like "What craziness are you up to now, Woman?"
I said, "Oh, nothing."
Luv ya, Texas.
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