dallas raines.

it's hot out there.
real hot.

and it's making my
brain melt.

and i am not sure how
i am supposed

to WORK in these
conditions.

but i also know that
others have worse
working conditions

so i am not totally

complaining. totally.

and at least i could work
from my bathing suit -
or "bading soup"
as my friend's

lil' (kim) sister
used to call it,

if i wanted.

i mean still at my

desk-ish table,
don't get me wrong.
not lounging by a pool
or anything.

but the bading soup

freedom option is nice.

wheel see...

why does everything feel

soooo slow and tired,

like i am covered in molasses

and haven't slept

for long time?

my mom talks fast.

even on days like this.

so does my boss.

i can understand my mom
and can keep up as usually
we just jive-talkin' about
nonsense.

although when she has
had a lot of coffee and like
a donut or something,
i can't really keep up,

so i just let her go.

but my boss talks real fast

the majority of the time
and i have never seen her drink
a ton of coffee OR eat a donut.

and every time we chat
i feel like my brain

is in slow motion
and her speak is in fast.

so i ask her to slow down
so my special mind
can ketchup and she does.
and it's fine.

but THAT's on a regular temperature day.
today's temperature
says meteorologist
"dallas raines" (for real name)
is dangerously hot.
it was the leading story on the news.
leading after lindsay and mel
(not together.)

and it reminds me of the

time rita's mom called

at 8am during beach week

to tell us the

heat index is high.

and so my brain today is mush.

and i am having a hard

time forming sentences

and so i kept my phone

interaction with boss

to a minimum today

as i did not want to alarm

her with my slow-moving lava

brain and words.

i could tell when we spoke

that she

was in air conditioning.

it's cooling off outside now.

and i am going to go

to one of my most

favorite places -

whole foods.

and i bet they will

have free samples.

and i bet the

a/c will be blowing

so nicely.

and i may just stay

there and hang out

and read magazines

and buy lara bars.

and maybe my

brain will be brought

back to life

and i will be able

to speak words to the

people in line with me

or to the guy

who will give me

a nice big sample of

the cranberry tuna.

and

i am sure they will

all be so PUMPED

to CHAT.

and then i will

go stand under the mister

as it sprays down

the bok choy to make

it look super appetizing -

sold!

and maybe i will

wear my bading soup.

and maybe not.

peas...& choy.