Cascade Camp
I've been mistily (and blissfully) believing it was mid-July (I think July needs 60 days). Rude awakening when my sister Elizabeth told me (when I was picking her up from a Special Olympics softball tournament) that I had to take her to camp TODAY. But, wait -- isn't camp at the END of July??? Drove her out there this morning, top down and not hot yet. Map supplied by Parks and Rec was missing a stoplight in Yelm (no biggie), but had miles written "go 8 miles" "1.7 miles from turn" -- that was great except they didn't say that from the Cascade Camp entrance it's a couple of miles of roads with a 15-25 posted limit. So we were 10 minutes or so late -- eh. Got a bit overheated coming home, but just didn't want to put the top up.

Now I'm trapped inside away from the heat (I hope) all week -- ms is very bad in the heat.
I slept a lot today, and had weird (too hot, I guess) dreams. Now I'm awake and itching to cast open the windows, but it's too soon. Damme if I'm not driven to be overhasty by my unatural love for oxygen.

I saw this weird sign today -- judging by the worn paint Dolores might be dead of old age leaving the sign-builder in his frustration.