i was gonna go outside and stand around in some flowers and take a picture, but it's over 100 degrees out there, just a bit, but a bit is enough, and since i'd told the ever-wonderful michael just yesterday that i didn't think we were allowed to complain about the heat this summer, not after last year's onslaught of way-over-100s, and since i knew i probably would have a word or two to say when i got back into the air conditioning, i just stayed in the air conditioning. i have flowers on my feet anyway.
we are almost to july. i am full of short thoughts and lazy moments and, right now, a cherry limeade; i'd forgotten how good maraschino cherries are when they're swimming around with limes and ice and sugar. when you swish them all around and shake your cup to help the straw find the last little bit of goodness, it sounds like summer.