I've got like a pinched nerve or something, and moving in certain ways is literally a giant pain (getting up from a supine position is the worst). I remember seeing a study somewhere that said using/muttering/yelling curse words was more effective for dealing with pain than using non-curse words in the same context. Honestly, getting in and out of the car, it seems to work a little bit. At least it feels worse when I can't use this strategy if the kids are with me.

I mentioned earlier that there were nearby places vibrating with cicadas, but seemingly none in my neighborhood. Well, I guess they were late risers because there's a symphony of them around here now.

This should be something...

Congrats to Joe Mauer on entering the hall of fame!

A group of people from work went to volunteer at a dog shelter yesterday. I was warned beforehand it wasn't going to be anything pleasant; a lot of cage cleaning and the like. Thankfully it turned out to be mostly dog walking and puppy washing.

I was taking the boy to the dentist for his regular check up and they told me, hey, you know what, we had a spot open up at the same time. Do you want to take it since you're here? Yay! Surprise dental exam!

Man, I should start getting ready to go on this trip.

The good guys won! Uh, I think. I'll just remember that those uniforms were trash.

Middle of July already!?

For various reasons, I don't need this week to go forward just at the moment.