Had several ideas to put into an entry for today, but after reading Trinity tonight, it all seems so trivial.

The masked heeler still hasn't reconciled her instincts with living in a human pack.

By canid pack rules, whoever lays down in a spot first, gets to keep it. Unless the interloper is willing to fight for it. Which most don't.

With the summer heat, the masked heeler has discovered that it is cooler in the basement office, and she is often waiting by the stairway door to come down to work with me.

And immediately trots into the office to claim the cool spot under the computer desk. Which is, unfortunately, the only place for my feet to go.

So I have to physically boot her out of there, several times a day.

Earning the "what an asshole," look each time.

"If you wanted that space, you should have been there first"

While driving to our youth group meeting, the wife noticed one street light was exceptionally bright. From several blocks away.

Yep, our community has joined the technological age. LED street lights. At least four green ones. Weren't there yesterday.

'Course, that's our community, not our town. There are no street lights anywhere in our town.

Youth group takes off for summer camp this Sunday. To a new camp, practically urban in setting, mainly for watercraft. And I'm not going. First time in what, five or six summers? The parents that are going seem to be doing okay in their preparations, although they would be lost without the wife's help and guidance with the paperwork.

Still half expecting Mr. Volunteer to call on Saturday, saying he can't make it. And expecting me to jump into his shoes.

Hit McD's for dinner on the way home. And got to watch the most wonderfull sunset while we crept through the drive-up. One huge, flat cloud bank to the west, with a bottom that was knobly in places, smooth in others. Vaporous in one place, and like marshmallow in another. Just no way you could get all those patterns in one place from natural phenomena.

Yet, there it was.

Wife said she did a painting with clouds that way in school once, and got in trouble for having such unrealistic clouds. Had to take a picture in to show the instructor what reality looks like.

The cloud was pale yellow when we started in line, and a dark orange, with tinges of pink, by the time we got our burgers. They could have taken longer to get our order ready, and I wouldn't have minded.

In contrast, the sky to the north was a perfect robin's egg blue. If you saw a picture with sky like that, you would say it was synthetic.

Remember the movie with Billy Crystal and Gregory Hines as Chicago cops who watched sunsets from a pier in Florida?

It was like that.