As of Memorial Day Weekend the shop no longer closes on Sundays until the end of summer. That gives me one less day to work on my own nebulous achievements -- or get a lot of household chores done. And with every passing day I have one less day, period.
When the sky looks like this all day it's hard to get moving on anything:
We woke to this state of unresolved grayness that has persisted all day. Without the trees to give it context it looks like this:
The National Weather Service has issued a severe thunderstorm warning for areas west of here. The radar shows a large mass of bright colors, but nothing bearing down directly on us yet.
I don't need excitement, but I prefer to produce more than urine, feces, carbon dioxide and a bunch of clean dishes and clothes we're just gong to get dirty again. Still, when the mental fires are just a pile of damp wood, what can you do?
Scoop the cat boxes.