I think there's a reason that July tends to be our lightest month, in terms of posting. It's just too hot to think. I can't imagine how people who work in the few remaining bastions of workplace conservatism in Austin (the Capitol and law offices) manage to drag themselves out of bed each day and besuit themselves.
For a little while yesterday, the iPhone was telling us that Monday's high would be 107. It's since then backed off a little.
The interior of my car has smelled like burning for the last week. I'm not sure I want to know what's going on there.
I would just like to point out, as well, that these photos were taken at 7:30 in the evening, and it had already started to cool down.
Of course, I'm escaping this weekend! More information after my return on Tuesday. I just hope poor lonely Husbear finds a way to keep himself entertained with me out of town.
(By the way, I checked, and it doesn't help to think about the numbers in Celsius.)
Please wish me luck at the airport tomorrow. I used to like flying, you know. Really. Before we had to take off our shoes and put our tiny fluid containers in little clear quart sacks and walk through machines that show screeners what we all look like naked. It's funny... the good old days of air travel used to refer to when people would dress up in hats and gloves to board a sleek silver jet, get a full meal they'd choose off a menu and be able to recline in almost a bed. In coach! Now description creep is such that we reminisce joyously about the days when we didn't have to drink our own breastmilk to prove that it wasn't dangerous.
Sorry. Can you tell I'm looking forward to my airport experience?
