Coffee Log, Day 93

Hi.

Coffee: Hot Americano, Caribou Coffee; I woke up too late to brew a pot and I’ve lost my thermos so I rushed to Caribou. There was a line in the drive-through and I thought I might be late to work. Better late than lacking coffee.

Summer says ‘vegetable’ like ‘tomato’ or ‘to-mah-to’: vibrantly wrong-headed and self-assured. The storms broke today and it was sun and blue and green, few clouds, less of that humid trudge, the kind of heat the gets under you. Kids everywhere scream ‘recess’ and fading malls pray for freed-up allowances.

I walked to my new car and felt free. It was a strange feeling, not quite good, and the only thing it led me two was an extra-long exercise and a night cooking dinner. The kitchen was hot as death but the only things that died for me were roots and fruits and tubed-up soy shoots.

I read an article today claiming Humanity has successfully eliminated 83% of wild mammals from the Earth.

Currently Reading:
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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