Strappy sandals = no need for stockings! Hence the joy of strappy sandals.

Well, if this wedding were like figure skating and stockings were required, I would wear closed-toe shoes. But I'll go with bare legs and sandals, woo!

I have achieved outside pants. I am going outside! To do things!

spinach and tomato scramble and coffee.

mac's friend cannot go to movie, so I am trying to convince him to see Mad Max with me or Jurassic World alone. I swear, this kid, having to beg him to go see a movie at a theater.

No stockings with strappy sandals! No stockings unless it's a funeral or a board meeting, I say. v

And then if the moldy part can be cut off I assume the rest is fine.

If there's visible mold, there are mold spores throughout. Sorry. Mold is evil. Some of you may be able to eat mold spores with no ill effects, but this one here cannot.

Lemme tell you all the problem of my day. It is that the drug cocktail required to calm my anxiety and ease my back pain enough that I can do stuff is also the drug cocktail that makes me stoned as a stoner thing and barely able to do more than sing half-remembered showtunes while lying on the couch. But I still need to Get Stuff Done. So I'm flailing about the house, singing, using a kitchen timer to keep myself focused and trying not to break anything. I'm sure this is amusing to watch. Too bad y'all aren't here.

Oh, caffeine, right! That'll help.

The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind... I can never be duped by the scurrilous Phantom again!

So at the supermarket, I picked up picking spice, decided not to get it after all, but forgot to put it back. So I guess I'm going to return it? $5 seems excessive for something I don't actually want.

On the roof? That is some serious snaking!

No kidding! I didn't even know that could be a thing??

Jesse, were you thinking of pickling and decided not to? (WTF is in pickling spice, anyway?)

I am amused at the idea of stoned Zenkitty.

...have not yet accomplished anything other than breakfast.

I'm definitely going to pickle, but the pickling spice is just combo of spices that I mostly already have AND there was a "pepper combo" thing on sale that should do the trick. It's cinnamon, allspice, mustard, coriander, bay leaves, ginger, chili, cloves, pepper, cardamom, and mace.

I have accomplished breakfast, lunch, and the purchase of bagels. I have much much more to do today, but I can't figure out where my energy and motivation went.

Woke up, thought "More sleep!", thought "High of 97 with unrelenting sun, and stuff to do that involves going outside!" Got up, took out lots of bags of recycling, sat on porch and envied people who could just sit on their porches on cool summer mornings without feeling guilty. Came in, consolidated CD packaging and assembled a couple of bags to go to thrift store, balked at idea of driving out where The Orb is, opened closet where many of Hubby's projects live, sat and watched Martha Stewart make po'boys and muffalettas while I cried and thought about the huge pile of stuff I have to go through, went and washed dishes so I can fry up a ham steak for lunch and make meat loaf for dinner. And it's just past 1:30.

OK, so maybe I have done a lot. Later, after my ham steak, I'll assemble more clothes so I can go to the aggressively air-conditioned Laundromat on Monday evening after work, and take pictures for eBay while watching RDJ as Sherlock Holmes.