I discovered that this is the last year that there’s a performance of Star Trek in the park in Portland this summer. Trouble with Tribbles. Totally going to go if it kills me.
Can’t find shoes. I know they are in boxes somewhere. Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Turns out blackout shades for a big arch window are spendy. Sadly I don’t have a choice as cardboard isn’t a good solution and I must have blackout since it’s my bedroom.
The dog has sore feet. Or something. He hates us touching his feet when he’s lying on the couch. Gets up and moves and makes annoyed sounds. I know his toenails are too long and I’m working on incrementally shortening them, but it will take time. I don’t know if there’s anything else at issue. He’s not been on hot pavement and he’s not limping. I haven’t seen any signs of injuries on his pads or any thorns or burrs.
My wrists are hurting. I hope I’m not giving myself carpal tunnel with unpacking. Which wouldn’t be the first time, incidentally, and I’m trying hard not to do it.
I had a bowl of blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries with my lunch. Life is good.