I can’t rhyme anything with that, so I’ll just say that it’s Pioneer Day here in Utah, which commemorates the entry of Brigham Young and the first group of Mormon pioneers into the Salt Lake Valley on July 24, 1847, where the Latter-day Saints settled after being forced from Nauvoo, Illinois. That being said, I’m not Mormon, it’s not the state’s birthday & I don’t celebrate it. All it means to me is that there will be more fireworks tonight to scare my poor dog senseless & that Beth gets to ride the fire truck in the New Harmony parade. I hope people remember cameras because I don’t have the gas to go down & watch. I’m not sure I’d go down if I did have it, since I’m always unsure of how to act during these things. I mean, if Beth were riding the fire truck AND they were tossing certified diamonds off the side for the crowd to catch, I still might be hesitant to go, just because of my own awkwardness.

I had wanted to go to the gym today, but I’m thinking it’s probably closed, although we’ll drive over there when Troy wakes up & check, because I’d hate to miss a chance to work out if I have one. Other than that, Ryan’s coming over at some point to fix our swamp cooler, since it went out yesterday & was so hot in here when he came over last night that we had to retreat to the front yard. I did finally get it cooled down by turning it to vent, so sleeping wasn’t pure hell, although I was so tired when I finally made it to bed that I doubt that I’d have noticed.

I didn’t get enough sleep this morning, but I can always lie down on the couch & catch up a little if I need to later on. I need to get a hold of Dawn or Jason & see if they plan to be home tonight, so we can plan to game or figure something else out if they aren’t. I’m up for Rock Band almost any night of the week, honestly, so we’ll figure it out.

It’s time to feed the animals & turn the sprinklers on, so I guess I’d better finish this up.