Tonight we had a (rare for Portland) thunderstorm, that played out for a long time. No rain, at least on my parched lawn, but plenty of showy lightning acring across the eastern sky, and constant thunder rumbling. Additionally, those itching to let off fireworks have continued their efforts of the weekend. For Boris this is the worst of all possible combinations; he beseeches us, mutely, to please change this horrible world and stop all this noisy madness.

Tomorrow night July 4th and Boris will surely take leave of his senses.

Vinnie is happily oblivious to all this. His only source of distress comes in those moments when no one will throw the tennis ball for him to chase.