Yesterday, the high temperature in Austin, Texas, was forecasted at 104 degrees. The actual high temperature turned out to be 106 degrees, with a heat index of oh, about 238 degrees. Today, the high temperature is forecasted to be 105 degrees, and that means invariably it will be 107+ today. I don't want to leave my house, because I don't want my cutaneous self to fry, I don't want my scalp and toes to drip with sweat, and I don't want to, want to cuss with every step I take. Swimming seems to be out of the question, even; the pool's an eerily warm temperature now, reminiscent of bile-ly bodily fluids (okay, yes, PEE). Therefore, the only time to go outside and receive a daily modicum of vitamin D is around 9:30 a.m (when it's a blustery 87 degrees). This morning, I sat on our patio with my 1000-page novel and sipped a strong mug of delicious, fair-trade, organic dark roast.
Then, the hot wind blew, I watched the tree branches sway overhead, and I glanced down to seize my cup of liquid happiness. Alas, this is what I saw upon my attempt at grabbing the cup of Joe:
Organic, indeed!
Also, this is my mug. It will probably break soon, because we're clumsy like that (though we've had it unbroken in our possession for six impressive years). It was bought at Savers in Columbia Heights, Minnesota, and the year stamped on the bottom is 1963. It's pretty:
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