afraid

i'm at the coffee shop on the corner, not more than a block from my house.

i've just finished all the work i'll actually do for the day.

i know aaron is at home, waiting to do something 'fun'.

my iced chai tea latte is gone.

all my email has been read.

all my favorite sites have been visited.

but i'm not ready to leave. why, you ask?

cause i'm afraid to step outside into the 90 plus degree weather and instantly melt.

i have nothing else legitimate to do here, i must leave.

i'm afraid.