My toenails are a mess. The stick I kicked that jammed up under the nail didn't help (it didn't really hurt more than a stub, but apparently damaged the nail bed pretty good.) I'm not managing a pedicure before I head out west. My youngest nephew is jazzed that I'll be taking him to swim lessons (and I get to do laps, yay! Must pack sunscreen. It's an outdoor pool, I toast in 15 minutes out there and my suit reveals a lot of virgin skin.) eldest nephew is 12.5 year old "cool, dude."

had the manicure Friday, but I am doing my own toes. Should have done today. Maybe start now.

I tweaked my neck SLEEPING last night. It really needs to get better. (But I can still swim, just slower because I was afraid of triggering it.)

AND I bought tickets for 4th of July baseball. What's more iconically American? I'll have to scare up a slice of apple pie.

Also, scenic landscapes on my new tv? Kinda amazing. Imma gonna appreciate PBS so much more. Technology improves in 20 years, doncha know?

Simple acknowledgement that this is a tough time of year for me is very soothing.

That's good. A little simpatico goes a long way.

Jack is better than Jed as dog names go. Way to go, Suzi and K-Bug!

AND I bought tickets for 4th of July baseball. What's more iconically American? I'll have to scare up a slice of apple pie.

That is awesome.

So I'm guessing she has a crush on you as well? NICE.

Oh yes. She says I'm very handsome, intelligent, funny and kind.

tommyrot, I am grinning all over for her and you both. She's right on all counts, and that makes her AWESOME.

So many vibes to your friend, Theo. That's too much grief for one year, let alone one week. You can stagger through losing a beloved pet if you can turn to your mom and just be a kid seeking comfort again, just for a bit; you have to survive the loss of your mother if you have an unconditionally loving animal utterly dependent on you. It's unbearably cruel to suffer the grief and the loss and the utter absence of solace all at once.

Continuing vibes for Lilly, and love from all Zmayhem.

I barely got to experience Pride due to family obligations, but even riding BART out and back felt like a party; everyone was just buzzing with good feels and smiling and giddy, and every time anyone caught the eye of anyone else wearing more than three colors at once there were smiles and bouncing and what I can only describe as the polar opposite of eyefucking - eye-squeeing, eye-hugging, eye-swouncing. Palpable delight.

And, man, there were so many straight allies being sincerely and glowingly supportive. I have never seen so many straight families all decked out in rainbow garb, dad and mom and flag-waving baby and all.

Yay for makeouts, tommyrot!

Yay for puppy, Suzi!

I was looking for moving checklists earlier and went into a panic spiral when the lists started at "8 weeks out" because I have 4-6 weeks and I don't even know where I'll be living yet. To avoid thinking about that, I logged into work to make my life easier tomorrow morning. Now I think it's time for wine and a movie.

tommyrot, the woman in question has good taste.