Sunday, August 16, 2009
Thirsty In 78240
The doorbell woke me up.
When I finally had pants, I also had a picture for Zzakk's Garage.
Going outside, I found the CPS meter reader had disconnected my hose and was drinking from the faucet.
He apologized, and explained that he rang the bell to ask permission, and I assured him that there was no problem and to take his time and cool off as best he could.
Already over 100 degrees that day, it was the least I could do.
The bare minimum.
But I was still half asleep.