Now Listening: ABBA – The Winner Takes It All
It’s hot. The asphalt drools into tar, causing my soles to stick ever so slightly on the roads, making me slow as I cross the streets. The sun terrorizes us from a cloudless sky, a pitiless glare. The usual southeastern winds alleviate the heat a bit, but when they die down, it grows only hotter.
Meanwhile, I’m at Starbucks, where is it cool and refreshing. Not quite the Manatee Bar (that’s on the Island) but I am enjoying the AC until I am ready to head out to catch the bus home.
In the meanwhile, I am crocheting.
Dunno what these will become. Maybe a scarf. I need more scarves. Or maybe a jacket vest? We need another one of those. Hm.