Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

Well damn. I cleared my work chores and was all set to write when the heat took me out. It’s only like 90. I remember when I was younger and worked reggae fests that were more than a 100. But this flooded me. I had to lie down and nap. To be fair, I’m fighting off the edge of an eye infection and this heat wave has discombobulated some randy allergen plants to fornicate in the air. My eyes. My bloody eyes.

I’m now a member of the creamsicle club.