That's the book I just finished listening to and it's an excellent book to listen to while you're weeding or doing laundry or (theoretically) housework.
After the library we're meeting up with Hank for lunch and then we have to go to Costco and then Publix and THEN we're going back to Lily's house where I will stay with the children so that Lily can take their new cat (Sonny Boy) to get his free rabies shot.
Gonna be a long, long, long day.
So. Just reporting in. Did you survive the 4th? We did. Freedom rang until long after I was in bed in that the people of Lloyd were doing things with fireworks or firecrackers or something, quite possibly guns to be honest) that was loud and I was glad I didn't have a dog who would be scared. The cats just ignored the whole battery of auditory assaults, looking pissed as usual.
God, it's hot.
P.S. Since I got back from Cuba (and am well and truly weaned from my antidepressant) my dreams have changed. Mostly, they're boring as shit. But last night I did dream that I went over to Stephanie Neilson's house (she's the Mormon blogger) and told a whole bunch of people who were doing something religious that they were full of shit. Then I felt ashamed of myself.
This is not an improvement in Dream World.