Rain is once again falling on Arizona. After yet another hard day of pulling weeds, decided to fire up Ye Olde Grill and get some barbecue on. Relaxing on the patio chair and minding the grill while ground pieces of cow were carbonized into food, I realized that I felt suspiciously good, and then after a while twigged to the fact that 55 degrees Fahrenheit and rain equals only one thing for the Swedish reptile brain: Summer!
Further proof that nine years of living in the scorching Valley of the Sun is not enough to extinguish certain triggers…
Soundtrack: “Zero” by The Smashing Pumpkins 
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