The heat wave broke last night with some big thunder-boomer (send your cat to the basement) rainstorms. The morning glory's said thank you this morning.
I did too since I was off and the grass needed mowing. As I made my neat and orderly passes with the mower I wondered if being content to be mowing the grass on a day off was a sign of something. Something like, oh I don't know, being a boring adult? Then I remembered that my friend Nancy loves to mow the yard, and she is perhaps the most hip person I know so I put the thought out of my mind and just kept right on enjoying myself.
I high-tailed it downtown as soon as I had showered to collect my reward. The iced indonesian. I needed to be sure they were still on the menu and they were still the best thirst quencher around. I must keep up on these things. You know, in case anyone asks me where to get the best iced coffee in my town. I can now say with confidence that they are and they ARE. Note to self: reward yourself with one of these more often. And definately say yes when they ask about the whipped cream.