OK, I'm good with 80s and even an occasional 90ish temp, but here in Texas, August means triple digits. This last week we have had heat indexes up to 110! Do you know how hard it is to get a good breath when it's that hot? We've had hazard warnings. Not a lot is moving. The birds just sit and pant. Dogs are barely barking. (Hopefully their owners have rescued them and put them in the house--not the garage!)

Too much heat makes me grouchy because I have much to do and hardly enough energy to accomplish my goals. It's hard enough without the sun biting--yes, I said biting--every inch of skin that is exposed. In fact, that was one of the puzzling things I discovered when I moved to Texas. The sun seems closer to the ground, or something. After fifteen years deep in the heart la la la, I haven't figured it out. I've lived most of the last thirty years in the south, and this is the only place that has this weirdness. I'm always thankful for the end of September when the air cools and everyone puts their jeans back on. And boots. (You can't be a Texas without them.) 

And you can't bite back. 

But you CAN see forever on a clear day. (There's a song in there somewhere.) And you can wear a tee shirt that directs you not to bite your friends. It's necessary to obey that admonition because it would just be real unpleasant to be bitten by two distinct entities, especially on the same day. 

What on earth am I writing about? It's just plain hot, and if you are dwelling in an ultra warm place, it would be prudent to stay inside and get your letters written, your lists made, and your book finished. To that end: go to our home page and bask in the cool, clear minded activity of plunking the keys and purchasing a few of your favorite pens, pencils, and markers. 

I'm starting with the Sharpie in a stainless steel case. It's very cool.