I step into the shower, turn the hot water all the way on, open the cold ever so slightly and move the knob incrementally back and forth with little success. The perfect temperature is frustratingly elusive. But I keep pursuing that orgiastic future turning one knob left and right and the other right and left until I hear my wife in the kitchen, imagine the smell of chorizo cooking with eggs and feel gratitude wash over me as I’m no longer turning and the water is just right.
Off to Livengood Feeds to pick up 5 bails of coastal. I make the purchase then drive over to the trailer where they keep the hay. The employees are usually friendly but today even more so. I start to feel as though I’m on a float in the Chisholm Trail Roundup Parade, waving from my elbow and smiling with my eyes. I finally look down, wondering if someone slipped a CTR Queen sash around my shoulder. But no, just my grandfather’s old snap shirt and worn out Vans.
Then downtown to pick up Jana Horn’s LP at Bluebonnet Records. Jonathan, behind the counter, is kind enough to play Jana’s album while I browse. He seems genuinely interested in what I have to say about music even though he’s the professional musician, not me. It’s a nice feeling.