I woke up a bit late, and hurried through morning stuff so's I could go walkies before the park filled up, as it does on holidays. Had a higher-protein, lower-carb breakfast than usual, and didn't finish it on account of not being all that hungry, plus sensations of excessive blood sugar already.
Arriving moderately before official opening time, I found the lower parking lot full, but the upper lots still largely vacant.
Having gotten an early start, and not having any morning work nor essential errands, I decided to take a longer route than usual... and continued taking longer options until morning walkies got to be somewhere north of 8 miles, with a fair-sized hill in the middle.
Which, at 0930, had me ravenous. How ravenous? Gas-station-burrito ravenous, that's how ravenous. Ergo: very early lunch, which should, I suppose, hold me until the parents' neighborhood block party this afternoon/evening.
Then some resting & reading, and then I decided it was time to remove the obsolete smug-lane stickers from the Prius, with a combination of canola-oil spray and elbow grease, plus washing the car.
And, with all the chaos the past couple of weeks, I still haven't gotten to the barber for a summer trim, so all this exercise out in the hot has gotten me quite overheated.
On a happy note: over the past month, the cats have gotten a lot less jumpy about the booms outdoors.
Update: back from the block party, hosted this year by a family from Indonesia. All that food, and the hosts weren't actually eating during the party, because the sun hadn't set. (Thing about keeping your holidays on a lunar calendar: they drift through the seasons and collide with holidays that are anchored to specific dates, or at least to seasons.) Oh, the party? Not real exciting. Mostly the older generation (no, I am not "the older generation" yet! Not relative to that crowd, anyway), and of course no fireworks nor any of that other fun 'Murrican stuff, because California.
I came home smalling of two dogs and a cat, and the critters are ever so curious.
Update 2: when the big booms got going in the evening, the cats were worried, but not freaked out. Huckleberry seemed to think he was supposed to Do Something About It All, but had no clue what.
The morning after, they're being rambunctious. And maybe they're disappointed that, after all that ruckus, nobody brought them any fresh venison.
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