I wore the dogs out today. We went for a two-mile walk around mid-morning and they came inside acting like I’d asked them to run a marathon, and this evening I brought them to the block party where John’s band was playing. Roxy laid down at the end of her leash and pretended we weren’t there, as usual, but Riley got a little nervous and spent the whole time trying to crawl into my lap. While drooling. He was mostly okay as long as I had my hands on him, but heaven forbid I let go so I could clap for the band (who did really well – John was awesome during “All Along the Watchtower”).
We’ve never really made a big deal out of the 4th of July. I think we’re too lazy. A couple or three years ago, we had some people over and played with sparklers, but that hardly took any effort. Last year, we tagged along with other people’s plans and spent the afternoon at the pool and watched the fireworks in Falls Church (really good fireworks). This year we had tentative plans to do that again, but then the band got a gig, and that ended up taking up pretty much the whole day.
Tomorrow will be all about trying to keep cool. It’s supposed to get ridiculously hot, but I don’t have to do anything that’ll keep me outside. I think I can safely skip running.