Here I am, yawning through a Saturday afternoon. The temp is 98 (37), which triggered a heat warning. When will people realize that locals only get worried when we creep past 105. It’s only supposed to hit 103 today. Weak. Bring it…
I kid, actually. I know that the heat here is desperate enough that we need to be concerned for the homeless and any others who are left outside for too long. I was sweating through the Farmer’s Market this morning. There’s a statement I never thought I would see myself write in the non-fiction sense. I went to a Farmer’s Market with the Lady Talis and our married daughter and her husband.
On purpose. What hath Love Wrought!
Well, I wrought…
Some Thoughts:
- I really want to talk about High School and College football, but I don’t have enough to say. I will continue sourcing info and, in time, write a good bit on it… perhaps Wednesday?
- Same goes for the pros. I’m excited about the sport… even if my teams suck.
- Wedding Cakes are an extravagance. This goes triple if your entire guest list is 18 people and you mean for the cake to be a very beautiful and sweeping centerpiece. These things do not quite work together. Still, if I can find the perfect cake topper, I’m going to make this magical.