As our quarantine headquarters migrated from the cozy accommodations of Los Living Room in March to the spaciousness of Puerto Backyarda in April, life got a bit more manageable.
Then, in May, it got hot. Really hot.
“Want the hose?” I offered. “It doesn’t feel like it’s 103 if you get your feet wet.”
My Puerto guest, a friend who’d stopped over for an afternoon beer (actually, three 100 calorie “light hazy ales”) was not amused that we were stuck outside. The poor guy was wearing pants, and quite frankly, he didn’t stand a chance.
It goes without saying that he has not yet returned.… Read more