At times there is nothing nicer than a glass of cool water. Not ice cold so it hurts your teeth; just cold enough to slide down your throat and reach its tendrils up to massage your headache.Today, I went to the hemp clothing store. Every Thursday they have a sale and a happy hour, with food provided by the gourmet market over the road. Today there was sangria. Sangria is one of those things that makes you feel good about not driving.
Hemp clothing costs far more here than it does in Europe, because the great wisdom of the US government says it cannot be grown, even though it is not psychoactive and makes an excellent, ecologically sustainable, fiber for use in paper, rope, and clothing of all sorts. The store also sells a coffee that's ground up with hemp seeds. It's delicious and mildly nutty, and every batch takes about 3 months to clear customs from Canada.
Of course I personally prefer the psychoactive kind.
