I had to force myself to stop reading last night. I really needed an emotional break, and sleep. I feel like I stopped at the perfect place for an intermission.
But now I’m gritting my teeth to get back to it…
Sorry Portland & Seattle, you won’t be seeing me in September. Why? Because I have to go to New York to see Björk! For the third time this year.
So excited.
Maybe in October. (múm does play there on my birthday…)
When I woke up yesterday I had a sore throat. When I peeked inside I found this white, blistery spot. I must be dying.
I’ll have Crystal look at it tomorrow. She’s a registered nurse now. Yay for her!
I think the art show was a success. Sitting at Taphouse from 2pm-2am wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world, but many friends came through and many things were sold.
Some people were even lucky enough to get free ice cream.
Only two hours left ’til Sirius. Considering what happens in this one, they’d better give him ample screen time.
I ran into this li’l guy on the screen door today when I was closing the house up and getting ready to leave. I have no idea what he is, but I like him!
He subsequently made me about 15 minutes late for the art show I had to attend, and then 15 minutes late for work.
While our fireworks-obsessed neighbors* scared the shit out of the majority of our kitties, Scott Chapman and Julio wanted to make their own 4th of July card in the back yard.
Happy Independence Day. ?
(* no joke, those people will set off fireworks for ANY holiday, especially one involving cookouts)
