July Cam
July Cam
As I’m waiting for my bubble tea, I do Wordle.
It’s “attic,” and I get it in five, which is longer than it usually takes me. I got it in two yesterday, but that was lucky.
“Here you go.” The woman slides my lychee tea across the counter, and I thank her.
This place isn’t quite as good as the one near my parents’ house. I last went there a couple of weeks ago, after having lunch with my family. This one is more convenient, though, located between my apartment and the brewery.
Since it’s a nice day, I amble outside and sit on the patio. It’s cooler than it’s been for the past week. Our air conditioner has been working overtime, and I’m not looking forward to seeing the bill. Today, finally, there’s a break in the heat and humidity, and I lean back in my chair and enjoy it. I hope the weather is like this for Darrell’s wedding next month. I’d prefer not to be sweating buckets while I’m wearing a tux.
Once I’ve finished my drink, I head back to work, stopping to talk to Justin before going to my office. It’s a bit of a mess—I need to clean it up—but I know where to find everything I need. I really would prefer to stay outside on a day like today, but alas, that’s not an option.
Maybe when I get home tonight, I’ll sit on the balcony with a can of our Corktown Hefeweizen.