I'd like to get started on my workout here, but we're supposed to be getting thunderstorms in here at any moment, and the last thing I want to have happen is for my workout to get interrupted mid-session by a power outage. (To say nothing of the possibility to a power surge knocking out my PS2.)
On the way home from Bowling Green last night I did a bit of shopping (picking up the final items for Christina and Milena's care package), and both in the parking lot of Meijer and on my drive home I was able to see a great number of amateur fireworks displays. You know, I take enough crap for being "un-American" as it is, but now that I have a British brother-in-law in concurrence with me on this, I have to say it: Guy Fawkes' Day is a much better day for fireworks than the fourth. Really, does America have a truly cool holiday of its own that hasn't been twisted or perverted like the Christian holidays have?
By the way, I had to do a bit of arts and crafts last night to finish Christina and Milena's package (which I'm not sending until they get back from their vacation), and I hadn't really done any arts and crafts things in too long. At first I thought I hadn't been doing arts and crafts because of some emotional issues surrounding people I knew a couple of years ago, but doing the project made me realize the main reason I don't do arts and crafts: I fucking suck at them. Ah well.