I had ice water running in my veins

The weather is back with vengeance. Now, assuming that one ex–fiancée — the one who had the temerity to suggest that I had ice water running in my veins and this supposition bears some re–examination — assuming she was, indeed correct, then that would go a long to explain why, whenever I step outside the air conditioned comfort of my South Austin trailer, along the shores of the Colorado River, I immediately have a thin sheen of moisture covering my body. I haven’t found any volunteers yet, although, I’m certainly accepting applications, to give me a taste test to verify that I’m covered in condensation as opposed to sweat.