This is what 104 degrees in the shade looks like in Denver this past Satuday afternoon:
What does the Zadge do when faced with such heat, and a dead air conditioning unit, and a ca-ching, ca-ching plumber visit because the pipes in Old Vicky are “gurgling”, and a big victory in the Big Thing at the Top Secret Day Job, and the wild fires taking over the state of Colorado, and a
horny exuberant Dr. Boy Toy?
What does she do?
She agrees to an impromptu getaway from the heat, and from the sewer-ness, and from the gurgling, and from the fact that her state is burning to the ground. When Dr. Boy Toy said, “How about we go away some place this weekend?” she replied, ”Yes! I will fly to Sonoma Wine Country with you, Dr. Boy Toy, and I will drink a lot of wine, and I will not be sweltering in 104 degree heat with a gurgling sewer line, and I will sit in hot springs with you, and I will eat at really good restaurants on your dime.”
So, you see, the Zadge is getting on a plane Thursday, headed for a night of great dining in San Francisco, with no heat and no wild fires and no kitchen-sink-coming-up-in-the-shower, then driving up to Healdsburg for two days of wine tasting with a young doctor, who, really, she has only known a month.
This could be a disaster. It’s the Zadge’s life afterall. Brace yourselves.