I hadn’t felt super smurfy in the morning the past couple days. It was just slightly early for lunch when I decided to go to Walmart and get some meds, and then tempted fate with some Taco Bell before going back in. The rest of the afternoon was fine, and Joel came by to check in briefly. I’d probably feel better about how I’m doing if I couldn’t see the kind of stuff Brandon was doing before he left. I’ve got a bad case of imposter syndrome.
Traffic was nearly dead-stopped on the way home for the third time this month. I couldn’t tell what happened – only that there were two cop cars, separated by quite some distance. I finally made it through and Summer had dinner about ready when I got to the house.
Dad had come over to have someone quote fixing our sagging ceiling in the living room, and evidently they got into the attic and didn’t return the boxes in the garage to the correct place. When I pull in, I’m watching the cameras to see the sides and rear, so I ran right into a box that was left in the middle of the garage. I don’t think I broke anything, but I pushed it all the way forward into the bike rack that was in the floor and didn’t know until I got out.
The three of us had a good dinner. Summer made chicken-wrapped asparagus, mashed potatoes, and broccoli salad. I ate too much, and then started opening a bunch of Vine stuff. Ben called and we caught up for quite a while until it was cool enough to take Muad’Dib out for a run. He did pretty well, but got slow as usual due to the heat. We visited Mom, then made it home for the night.
I heard a rat in the kitchen, but the traps haven’t done anything for us. I’ve seen some poop around the dog food bowl, but I don’t know how else to get rid of them. They’re too smart for me.
The moon’s too heavy.