Stepped outside for lunch today. Carrot wheather app predicted a high of 82°F degrees. While 82 isn't the worst heat to walk in, I think it was the uv index that really made my skin sizzle. The sprinklers of an apartment complex were spilling over along the sidewalk, and while many people might argue that their feet would have to be barefoot before being able to detect the temperature difference under their feet where the water was streaming, it's the power of suggestion that my shoes rely on to happily tread over clean water. Today was mesmerizing. I learned it was Code Talkers Day today and just above the horizon I could see a faint smoke signal against the white clouds.
I think just last week a new Buffalo Wild Wings opened up. Just look at all the empty seats where, even in LOS ANGELES, if you're at a restaurant, smoking is prohibited. How are people supposed to build an appetite this way? Isn't it interesting? cafe shops popularized (writers) working remotely by hanging out all day until inspiration strikes, yet there are some who rely on a good smoke to spark creativity. And yet, it's prohibited even if sitting outdoors in a patio to smoke. Isn't it a little bit like bringing the luke-warm war to the people just by the realization that a peace officer's primary function is to subdue/overbear wrongdoers who may be law abiding citizens?