Monday

I'm in for a real 5 day week after several weeks of non-standard 3 and 7 day runs. The weekend started well with my extra Saturday on Friday, and I did manage to get out and about on both Saturdays, but somehow wound up sleeping until 4 PM on the second one. So I'm only going to count it as a 2 1/2 day weekend rather than the 3 day weekend I was hoping for. I actually got up on Saturday and did some stuff but felt like someone had slipped me a rhoofy (how the hell do you spell that?), I could barely keep my eyes open. It felt good to sleep so who cares.

Sunday was Father's day and I got to do what I wanted, which was pretty much nothing. I tried to go out and take some photographs in the woods but it had rained the night before and I nearly lost my life to swarms of mosquitos. Seriously, I wound up running through the woods, waving my hands in the air, trying to escape them.

Tonight I had to take some pictures of a sculpture for my father in law, he's entering it in an exhibit coinciding with the Republican convention. It's a gray elephant standing on a big red R holding a blue ball on it's trunk. Reminded me of Dumbo a bit. He made it from fiberglass over different materials so it does have that Disney sort of look, it's trippy. He's usually much more morose. The photos seem to have turned out alright, it was an improvised setup with a giant sheet taped up behind it and my two "assistants" holding lights with diffusers for me.

That was actually my wife's Father's day gift to him, my services. Her mom made us dinner, which for me turned out to be Ceasar salad, butter soup with corn, mashed potatos, and bread. They had chicken, 2 kinds. Now I just sound bitter...