Interiors schminteriors. I'm hallucinating through yet another sun bleached Texas summer, so what I'm really covetous of is fabulously verdant landscaping -- the lush likes of which could never survive Austin's intemperate clime. Around here, brown lawns and crispy shrubs grace yards of waterwise folks far and wide. The sign at the corner mechanic states that it's so hot, trees are begging the dogs. And you know it's dry when you're desperate to get pissed on, but I bet my slowly dying hedges would recycle those precious bodily fluids faster than Kyle Maclachlan in Dune.
This is what I want right now.
It's even cloudy there.