It’s 95 degrees and we don’t have air conditioning in our apartment. We’re on the top floor and my bedroom is the very crown of the house. I am melting. I do not do well in heat. I wilt. I can’t be productive at all. I open my computer and boot up the design program and stare at it. It stares back at me and we agree that no one will get anything done in this condition. We promise ourselves that the next time it’s this hot we’ll walk down the block to the sanctuary of an air conditioned coffee shop. But now, I’m already too destroyed by heat to let the public see me and my computer agrees.
The very least I could do is write a little, right?
On Friday Mary and four of her friends came down for Denver’s Pride Fest and we went out to eat and generally hit the town. It was so nice to see her again! I hadn’t seen Mary in a year, since I graduated pretty much.
Then on Saturday I stole away to Laramie to see my dear friend Sarah finally since she returned to Laramie. It was so nice to be with someone who just knows you. None of the awkward boat friendships you get when you move to a new city and you’re trying to figure each other out. We had some coffee, played a lot of badminton in the lovely Wyoming weather. It was very low key but wonderful.
Ok. My brain is too goopy to process anything else. Hope you’re having a lovely father’s day weekend.
I adore you.