Stinks of sulfur out there and it isn't even dark yet.
Shoulder is better tonight. Will see if a full weekday swim aggravates it tomorrow.I was telling my pregnant swimbuddy about it, and how I in-advisedly google diagnosed. Turns out she's a med student. She started laughing and said usually people tell her about their maladies AFTER finding out she's in med school. Hah. But the google and fledgling med student recommendations are the same. Don't aggravate and regular advil. Turns out she's done it to herself too, moreso as the pregnancy advances. So I won't be the only lapper occasionally grunting when I forget to pay attention to my stroke.
Oy. On A Capitol Fourth, Josh Groban just butchered Simon and Garfunkle's "America."
"You can kiss my ass, Josh Groban!" - Sue Sylvester
Oy. Downstairs neighbor's neurotic dogs are now freaking out over the sound of fireworks. Oh well, at least for once they're on the receiving end of annoying noise pollution rather than its sole cause.
ETA: It looks like Steve Martin's transformation into Colonel Sanders is almost complete.
Just back from watching the harbor's fireworks (and several other's as well) from the hill in the field with my neighbors. We carried chairs and our drinks. Mister Kitty's biggest fan, G, sat on my lap for most of it. Not bad, not bad at all.
I can hear fireworks everywhere, but I can't see them. I dislke fireworks, because they make me feel lke I am n a war zone. I thnk my cat might be deaf, though, as she seems not to react.
Local firebangers sound like something hitting the skylight in the bathroom.
Cats are unaffected.
Oh, and I have to share: there was a group somewhere down the hill who serenaded the field with America the Beautiful, My Country Tis of Thee and Katy Perry's Firework during the fireworks. And they were good! It echoed so nicely across the field. We applauded them.
Goddamn I love this place.
My family took the annual pilgrimage to the town my mother grew up in, to the best clam shack.
Woodman's in Essex, or Clam Box in Ipswich? GOD, I could go for some fried clams. And some Clam Box clam chowder.
Yeah, the Biscuit is deeply unhappy about the fireworks. The big town ones were far enough for him to be more or less indifferent, but the little local ones that whine first? Growl city. He's convinced they're giant evil cats that he could eradicate if he could just find.
Oz is hiding under my bed and will not be coaxed out even though the noise is over. Sylvester is wide eyed freaked out , but was up in the front window to see what it was. Oz my big ole scaredy mean cat and Sylvester who is the stereotypical curious cat.
