I pulled designated survivor duty tonight. Everyone else went to watch fireworks. I stayed home to provide aid and comfort to the dogs and cats. We brought Murray into the main house, because he was trying to tear a hole in the garage door, and I've spent the last two hours assuring everyone that freaking out is not necessary. Luckily, most of the agita has come in sequence, not all animals, all at once. So I can get Beinn relaxed before I have to move on to Murray or Saoirse or Harvey. Haven't seen hide nor hair of Alfred or Athena in hours, nor do I expect to until daylight. My neighbors obviously had disposable income and time to travel to Wyoming for the good fireworks. I suppose I should just take my win that Murray only pooped on his bed a little, and worry less about everything else.
We made it down to the annual shindig in Aurora. Turnout was small this year, but we did get to hang with some good old friends. We took our housemate (#1) and they had a great time too. They seemed to bond with a guy from the original friend group (post-college but pre-air force days) over the Star Wars universe of stories. Now I feel way behind, like I need to catch up on series to be able to converse with them.
The weather was nice but the sun was pretty intense during the whole party. (Apropos, since it was at the house of a guy who gained the nickname "Fireball" in college.) Outdoor parties are neat and all, but that bright light is so draining. I think I'm okay with dog duty tonight. I was sent along some really nice pictures of the kids, so I felt like I got to be there too, without the walking or sitting on the ground part.
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