All in to the chicken watching pool

Having had her second shot a while ago and also having dropped a co-worker off at the airport at fuck o'clock in the morning Saturday, Ev is visiting, with Meow Meow.

My left wrist is doing better after whatever the fuck I did to it in March. Still not perfect, but fewer random things make it burn like burning.

I got some inexpensive alcohol markers and have been playing with them on my daily to-do sheets. Fun, so far, and a good supplement to the colors of the Zebra Mildliners (I have the big pack from Costco with all the colors).

With the summer ahead of us, we got a backyard paddling pool. It's big enough for a few people to sit in. We laid it out not as well as we could have, and the lawn is tilted, so it's not at the full capacity that it could theoretically hold. Freshly filled, it was ... very cooling. I'm still not entirely warmed up, but that was to my advantage because the living room temperature hit 79°F.

It is a perfect vantage point to sit and watch the chickens next door. Steph was extremely amused.

Ev will be going back home tomorrow. She might come next weekend too. She's not sure yet.