Then I drink some more.
I always have, and my mom is the exact same way.
I start to mentally panic if it has been more than about thirty minutes and I don't have water options in sight. I think that my need for so much of it, and the fear that I might not have any soon, renders me so sensitive to the plight of those without access to clean water.
I know that I take my daily gallons for granted.
I try to remind myself of that every time I take a sip, a shower, a dip in the pool.
My water tastes have gone in phases. There was the lemon years, the lime times, oranges, every kind of mint under the sun, strawberries, cucumbers...
But this summer a whole new flavor has taken a hold of my heart.
Lovely, aromatic, bright, elegant, basil.
My poor, dear, plant cannot keep up with my ravaging. I am close to having to buy a new one. Especially since yesterday, when on a whim, I threw some leaves in a tall glass of icy coolness.
The basil is unexpected. Savory. Refreshing.
My new fave.
Dare you to try it.
It's really, really, wonderful.
Then as you sip, sit down and check out Charity Water's September Campaign. They have some world changing goals and dreams planned for next month.