Look up in the sky!
It’s the Summer Solstice! If you go outside, you can see the rare Strawberry Moon!
Or, you can just look in my living room.
Yeah, it’s cheesy. I suck at photo effects. But it’s the first thing I thought of when I heard the term “strawberry moon.” I’m sure I’m not the only spanko who did.
In other news… today, my chiropractor was saying how well trained his dog is, how she never has an accident in the house, no matter what. He doesn’t have a doggie door, and he comes home periodically during the workday to relieve her; she always waits. I was properly impressed, and he said, “Yeah, that’s what beating with a belt will do.” I calmly replied, “You don’t do that,” and he said, “Of course I don’t.” I then added, “Belts are for consenting adults, not dogs.”
He laughed. I wish I could have seen his face, but I was face down at the time.
Yes, I’m going to hell. Wait, scratch that. It was 112 #$%&ing degrees today. I am in hell.
Steve tomorrow. Not a moment too soon, I’d say.