holy balls it is hot

Sending a message to you from a place so hot, I could fry a quail egg on my pendant. It is deep into July in Austin comma Texas and the weather is simply punishing. The first thing I did when I got home from work is take off my silver fox necklace that I wear every day. 

For the entire 12 seconds it took to walk from the car to the carport of our 1959 bungalow, the sun melted the chain of my necklace hot like wax, but thin like floss. One more second and I would have screamed. 

I'm going to have to get into a lot more pools and swimming holes. And then crawl into the freezer for a second.