Monday, August 16, 2010
Hot. Brain. Melt.
Get us out of the heat and brain forgets. Back in the heat it starts whining again. It's almost funny, which is why I am sitting at a red light, heavy jacket, boots and black helmet, the sun crashing down, heat worming its way into my melting brains, and I'm chuckling. In case you were in a nearby car, wondering.
It'll pass. Of course it will. Then it'll be cool again. And too soon, it'll be too cold again.
But today Hot. Brain. Melt.