![]() But Ivan loves routine the way some guys love football. Over the past two years I'd learned his routines until I thought I could probably tell you his location at just about any moment of any day. I didn't bother to check the clock, because Ivan was better than a clock. This told me it was six-thirty, and I needed to stop checking work email from home and get dressed, so I could go into work and continue to check email from there. Standing up for a better view, I saw my neighbor Ivan heading out for his run. And then a shadow crossed them, blocking their light. I could see them from my computer desk, nodding their pink and crimson heads in a stray breeze. Hot enough to wilt the lettuce I'd attempted to grow in the backyard, but at least the roses were thriving. People would assure you they'd known much, much worse. It felt like melting when you stepped outside, but you were just supposed to pretend like it was not all that hot. ![]() Still two digits, though, no big deal for Houston in August. The weather forecast called for a high of ninety-nine degrees. ![]()
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