Happy Pr¡de

*slams laptop shut til monday*

I am logging off work for the weekend. Looking forward to a-few-small-beers™ and a break with my favorite person in less than twenty-four hours.

I’m also looking forward to getting out of town, not only because I get to spend time with the best, but because it means avoiding the Pride crowds. There will be events everywhere this weekend. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but whether you attend or merely happen to drive through, it cannot be denied that Pride weekend is one of the finest people-watching opportunities of the year.

This morning has been pleasantly uneventful. Plenty of work to do. One step, then another. Another thing I didn’t spend any time anticipating, but now find myself grateful for several times a day, is central air. I haven’t had the luxury in quite some time. I suspect I’m going to become insufferably appreciative of it by August.

Next on today’s agenda: laundering the bedding.

Yesterday there was an epsom salt explosion adjacent to the bed. I cleaned it up, or at least I believed I had. But throughout the night I’d settle in, close my eyes, and immediately discover another tiny pebble of salt lurking somewhere beneath me. I’d get up, vacuum the offender, return triumphantly to bed… and within moments discover its cousin.

This cycle repeated enough times that I began to wonder if the salt was somehow multiplying to spite me. The only reasonable solution now is to strip the bed and wash everything before the salts organize themselves into a proper colony.