Pop! it went - sort of...

Yesterday was the 230th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. But it was also the 8th anniversary of our rescuing Jefferson the Bad Cat, whom Sue had originally wanted to call Benjamin until I pointed out that he was too skinny a kitten to be named after that Founding Father. And it was the 5th anniversary of Sue reading in the local paper about mutilated puppies having been found in a bag in the desert, which led to our rescuing Nahla the Bad Doguette.

So how did I celebrate all those combined anniversaries?

I spent all morning pulling weeds out in the backyard. That had been way overdue for a couple of months, but office life got in the way - of that and of many other things. The yard now looks much better although there's still one corner to clear up, but I asked myself if I wanted to risk a heat stroke, and the answer was no. After that, I helped Sue a bit with the plotting of one of her novel proposals, then with trimming some of her flowers that were past their blooming peak. It was a bit too windy in the evening so we didn't go to the top of our backyard to see the Fourth's fireworks. Instead we watched Yankee Doodle Dandy. My high-speed internet conection was still kaput late that night, so I drove to the office to make sure that some of my programming stuff had run successfully. It did. Then it was off to bed for yours truly.