Glut

It's quiet. Amanda is still sleeping; her flight home leaves this evening. I think our plot to convince her to stay forever has been thwarted by the cruel and impiteous sun, but, dammit, we tried. I've consumed far more than my monthly allotment of meat and beer in the attempt to show her the best Texas has to offer. It's been fun, and I think I will spend the rest of the week staying in and drinking a lot of water.