Sometimes I'm not sure that there's enough iced tea in the world to make up for the existence of a hot Tuesday morning at 11:00. I've been up for four-and-a-half hours and at work for two, breakfast is far behind me, lunch is far off in the future, the fan is too blowy and it's too warm without it, and it's the part of the day where I start to realize that I went to sleep too late last night.
I'm not complaining, mind you, and the iced tea helps. I'm just staring in a slightly vegetative way at my Greenfields Turf, Inc coffee mug and dreaming of noon when I'll shrug off my Respectable Shirt and sit in the park in my tank top recharging myself.
You can take the girl out of the desert, but you'd be hard pressed to make her stop wanting to bask in the orange rays of the sun like a pale, long-legged gila monster. Pass the flies, will you?
Posted by dianna at April 27, 2004 11:04 AM