The Wife gets home from her Scotland girls trip Thursday afternoon. Two nights and a wakeup.
Yesterday was the Queens Birthday Holiday, giving this Tuesday a distinctive Monday feel.
Four years ago, I got quite into the FIFA World Cup, this time, all the games occur in the middle of the night, and nobody here seems interested and there seems to be no news. Has it even started yet?
I’m wearing cotton underwear instead of a swim suit under my clothes, because of my leg, beach lunches are tempoarialy out.
I bought a new backpack last week, today is the trial run. It is smaller than its predessesor and seems like it’s packed pretty tight. Although I like it, it may not work out.
It is still cloudy. It’s been cloudy a long, long, long, long, time.
I was told that hanging up a plastic bag full of water keeps flies away. It doesn’t seem to work.
