Scorched

I'm in Colorado for one of my four yearly trips to my favorite state in the union. Besides nonstop idiocy and hilarity provided by Will and now his new wife Adrienne, one of Denver's primary attractions is it usually provides an escape from the skin- boiling June temperatures in Dallas. Or so I thought. The
Earth must be moving closer to the sun because it's supposed to be 99 in Denver today --- and it's only the middle of June. I'm heading up into the Rockies to escape the heat. Either that, or I'm going to drown myself in Thunderbird.