Semi-Daily Scribbles

I had to get out of the artificial chill of my office and toast my bones. The temperature is right around 101 and we’ve been holding steady with a string of scorching days. I’m probably good for another sentence or two before I start melting. In fact, I’m feeling my nose slide down my face. Reckon that’s my cue to move back into the ice box and finish out my afternoon.

Sweat break over.