Let me put it this way: I'm thoroughly obsessed.
With iced coffee, that is.
There is just something about iced coffee that, at times, can have such a restorative effect. I don't know how exactly it works, but it does.
Maybe it's not that great for you, but at the time, I was willing to risk it.
It all started on one of our frickin'-hot Southern California days, one of those days
where just breathing is labor-intensive. Sitting in the drive-thru, pumping gas - it all seemed unbearable and everyone seemed miserable. There's a certain concentrated slowness to everyday functions at that point.
Hills covered in straw-colored, long-dead grasses hissed as the hot, dusty breeze rankled.