Ice, ice, baby

Not to be precious, but sometimes a Phoenix summer day can look bad on paper but not be all that bad to feel. On the other hand, today was 106 but felt much worse, due to something like Satan's version of the wind chill factor. Today was scorching.

The fast food chain Chipotle is one of my favorite dining experiences. They have four decent salsas, ranging from merely tasty to really fucking hot if it hits the right side of the tongue. I diversify by always getting all four on my burrito bols.

I contemplated both of these facts as I ate lunch on a Chipotle patio today at 1 pm wearing 100% cotton jeans and a knit shirt. Beneath my bangs, sweat gathered into heavy beads before sliding down my temple. I felt the heat from the parking lot and the cotton in my jeans swelling up. It was really, really fucking hot.

It gave me a rare gift- a thought I rarely have, although I probably ought to more often. I thought, "What I'm doing right now is really wrong."