I got home late, I suppose, after watching the basketball game with some people from the gym. The Celtics fans (also known as “Portlanders who would like to see anyone but the Lakers win”) were few, but that was OK.

Earlier in the day I went out to the Dixie Mountain Strawberry Festival where lots of strawberry shortcake is sold. I made it home in time to mow the lawn. It’s not that all the dirt roads and greenery made me want to chop up the grass and it wasn’t that the rather large rural population (large in terms of weight, not numbers) made me want to work off some of the shortcake. It was just that the lawn was too long to let me take a nap instead.

And now I’m up late because my stupid sister made me edit code on her stupid blog. It’s in Movable Type, which I hate with a passion. Whatever. I guess she’s not using her local gallery any more so I can delete all of that. Hooray for deleting things.