Sunday.

I went to another Joann store - last night I came home and checked my pattern, 5 skeins short. So, another trip to the craft store. I think I'm done now.

I just had a little impromptu dance party all by myself. It's the only way to dance my ass off to the music I choose and still be in bed at a reasonable hour. It would be more fun with others, but my colleagues don't need to know that much about me.

NASCAR. I was surprised by the frisson I felt when the engines kicked on. Next season I will be able both time wise and financially to take my uncle to a race or two. This year, hopefully, I'll be working six or seven days a week until the end of race season. I'm going to watch a few more before I set my loyalty on a driver, but I felt that Matt Kenseth handled himself well in his loss today and I liked that.

It was hot today. Returning from Joann, I took a strange exit from the freeway to wander the area a little. Car dealer, gas stations, strip malls, oh my. I did spot a Schlotsky's and stopped to get a sandwich. I parked the car and was facing an Albertson's. The grocery store we shopped at in Idaho. I had to call my parents. This are is too wierd for me - it feels like a hybrid of Idaho and central California. The people, the stores, the trucks. The scrubby little trees are different, spikier, but the dryness tinged with green is familiar enough.