So, look, this was the situation in Austin.
|I love you so much Austin why do you hurt me like this|
And, as it does every year, it broke me. But instead of crawling under my bed to live with the dust bunnies and the wrapping paper as usual, I got in the car and drove north.
Allllllllll the way to north central Texas, where my parents generously take in overheated travelers. It was a good decision. There are migas here!
And peach cobbler.
And chocolate chip muffins.
And plenty of wide open spaces for wary bike-riders.
We will stay here until we have fully recovered the strength to face August.