Texas is one hot mother. This morning at 9:30 I checked the book drop outside the 'brary and I swear to you it was at least 98 degrees and sticky-steamy. The 30
yard trek to the book drop was punctuated by intolerable sweating and heat-stroke-induced nausea. My hair went from sweet, polite curls to Diana Ross's alien
love child in a matter of mere seconds.
Two short hours later the mighty man upstairs is pissin' his love down in
the form of a torrential downpour. We all get a little crazy here in the 'brary when the rain comes. We do little dances of joy and wander outside just before the dam breaks to stare up at the sky and do our best toothless-rednecks-on-the-news-after-a-tornado impressions:
Well, I was standing out in ma yard when I seen this big thang come out the sky and suck my trailer right up. *scratch balls now*
Did I mention that the library is made mostly of windows? That adds a little extra zing to a day's work knowing a ball of lighting might come down on the head and fry your insides like a side of bacon. Never say librarians don't risk life, limb, and sanity to make knowledge available to the masses.
Oooh, I think I hear 60 mph winds. This day can't get much better.
Oh, and as an aside, the Normans are here. I've already been loved and it's not even noon.