Heat and Reheat

Its already hot here in Texas. Real, stinkin' hot. The kind of hot where you have to question why you didn't get the AC fixed in your car. The kind of hot where you wish you already did get it fixed. Yeah, it's that kind of hot. But it's a dry heat folks. Dry like a hair drier, an oven, the inside of a 100 watt light bulb, and any other really dry hot thing you can think of. So yeah, its dry, but it is still hot.

I guess it could be worse. It could be really humid and hot. You know, like Florida wet and hot. Where everything is just sticky and hot. The kind of sticky that makes it impossible to really cool down. You sweat, but it can't evaporate. It's like the air is just one big puddle that you are walking around in. A big sticky hot puddle. Yeah. It could be worse I guess.

So in all this heat I try to do as little as possible. Especially on a Sunday afternoon after church. Sit in the apartment in the air conditioning. Do nothing. Or at least nothing of value it seems. So I sat and surfed the Internet. Yeah. There was nothing of value there either except for one email from a friend, and that came this evening. So I guess I really did fritter away my afternoon.

Why not I suppose. The kids were doing their own thing. I sat in the living room and was mildly amused at some video game my son was playing. I really should have been cleaning up the apartment. But it was just too hot outside. And that affected me inside. I suppose. I don't know. Perhaps the heat is sucking my will to move. Or perhaps its the lack of someone to move for.

So on days like this, I drown in a sea of unspoken words. The only way I can stay afloat is to spew those words out. So here I spew. Not a pretty mental image is it? If I keep this blog up, maybe I will say something that is inspiring. Or at least not so boring. Or maybe just a little controversial. But then again. If no one reads it, I could use an auto-text tool to just fill it with latin cruft, right?