So, last weekend was pretty miserable. I had a migraine and the stomach bug thing hit all at once, completely ruining my Friday. I still feel pretty crappy, but it's getting better. Part of it is probably just this weird work week throwing me off of my stride. Who puts a national holiday on TUESDAY, people?!

As a shining example of how my weekend/early part of the week went, I grabbed the wrong bottle while putting my contacts in and used witch hazel instead of saline to wash off my left contact. Luckily, I realized that before I stuck it in my eye.

Our Fourth of July was pretty low-key. We had planned on just kind of chilling/doing housework until after dinner, then running down to the park a few blocks over and checking out the fireworks. Well, I put dinner in the oven and then we sat out on the porch (this was around 7pm) and watched the clouds:




After a while, we started noticing lightning over the mountains. It was gorgeous, and I wish that our camera was good enough to catch lightning. But, alas, I only have pictures of clouds.




And the boys playing and being silly.






A few minutes before dinner was ready, the wind started to really kick up and we started getting pelted by huge, fat drops of COLD rain. Avery was kind of freaked out, but Toby loved it. He would throw his head back and close his eyes and let the wind and rain hit him. Crazy baby.




Right as we came inside, it let lose with a downpour and we were forced to admit to Avery that fireworks were totally not going to happen. He was disappointed, but got to see a few from the window (HOW they were shooting them at all in the torrential rains is beyond me... about half ended up fizzling) before he went to bed.

I told him the story of the Boston Tea Party for his bedtime story. He thought I was making it up because it was silly. I told him that most of history is pretty silly, really, in retrospect. Probably the most insightful and true thing I've said all year.

Then I was bored, tried to finish a short story I've been working on, failed, listened to a lot of older Tool stuff (ah, old crazy Maynard, how I miss thee), and went to bed. Exciting!

Today I've done nothing but housework and doinking around on my computer. Pulled all my old documents (pre-wiping to have the laptop fixed) off of the server. I'll be trying to sort those out for years, I'm sure.

The past few weeks have just been odd. I go days without doing anything but spinning my wheels. I know there are things I NEED to do, and emails I need to answer, and stuff I need to take care of... but somehow I can't quite motivate myself to do any of it. *sigh* I think the whole settling in thing has just overwhelmed me to the point that I'm going to barely function until I get it taken care of. Talk about a vicious cycle.

Things will be better when we have a decent amount of bookshelves and storage thingers. Yes.