Poor planning. After spending a delightful spring and early summer in Minneapolis where the temperatures were running below normal, I had the blamed fool notion that I would go to Texas. So I left civilization.
It was 107 when I got off the plane in Austin. And there are consequences.
I remembered to rent a white car and picked up my son for a Tex-Mex enchilada dinner. It is a well known principle that to cool off in the Texas summer, you begin by biting down on a jalapeno. I was so hungry for the Tio Chon Special that I drove straight from the airport. And, as we pulled into the parking lot, I said we should put my luggage (and our computers) in the trunk for safe-keeping.
My son began to chuckle. “It’s been a while since you’ve been in the Texas summer. Our computers would melt in the trunk.”
Or in the back seat.
So carried the baggage inside, sat them in the two vacant chairs, ordered Mexican martinis and began The Shovel.
Heaven. Although it is hot as hell.