Poor Portland is going to hit 107 today, which is miserable even where there is air conditioning available (which it is not, in The Rose City). When I get that hot, I just give up and cry. On the other hand, here in South Dakota, we're slated for a record-low high temp of 64. 64 degrees on July 29. I am wearing a sweatshirt. And socks. The Weather Fairies must be drunk.
I'm catching up on routine tasks- paying bills that came while we were gone, paying bills that will come due when I am gone again, preparing birthday gifts for small girls (which fall while I'll be in Portland), washing and folding clothes, remembering where we keep the garbage, trying to accept about a bazillion gifts and requests that accumulated on Facebook while I was gone, sleeping in my own bed- stuff like that.
Sometime today, I will double check the homework for my Summit classes, and make sure I have everything I need for that.
Oh, and I'll be gazing in amazement, and with pride, at The Big Book of Socks. My 10th book. whoda thunk?
In the meantime, here are a few more pretty pictures from the trip.