It's finals week and Portland just posted a record high of 103oF for the day. That's 49.4oC for those back home. So where does that leave me? Bouncing from the air conditioned coffee shop to my bed with a fan trained on me. Permanently glued to my microbiology flashcards, guzzling sun tea and homemade smoothies and listening to too much Ben Harper and Bob Dylan. Daydreaming about rain and snow and sleet. Watching the cats melt into little furry puddles on the floor. Crossing my fingers that the garden accepts the constant watering I'm giving it as compensation for it being WAY TOO HOT.
Go away Summer. We don't want any.
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Think winter storm tea, beaches, fog, waves...
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