Steak and lobster is NOT the summer’s hottest duo. I don’t know what *is*, but it’s not that.

Happy Saturday, it’s raining again. I woke up to gray skies, and heavy rain at one point. It looks like the weather could go either way. In the backyard at least, it looks like things are leaning towards more rain.

The holiday weekend has begun. We went out and had Chinese for dinner. I ate a lot of sushi. Mom saw a man filling up four plates at the buffet. I try not to judge people for stuff like that. I might crack a joke about it, but I’m not judging them. I’m too busy judging the chucklefucks who take all the wontons out of the steam pan and put them in the broth to dissolve.

Animals.

Yesterday was muggy as hell. I went out in the afternoon, bringing the Apothecarium to the patio and wiping it out. There’s no sign of the centipede(s). I left the stocking cover on it for the time being. The other four ecosystems look ok, if a little more moist than they probably should be. We had a little more rain, but by evening it had stopped long enough for the path to dry. I went out and played with the poi. In an effort to push myself into uncomfortable situations with the poi, I used the sticks more than the pods.

I’m worried about the new poi, because I know they’re much heavier than the other sets I spin. Almost double. However, they shouldn’t be too unfamiliar. I think the “emergency poi” have a similar weight. This actually scares me, because the emergency poi are absolutely wild to spin. I’m trying not to overthink the weight difference. While they may have Flowtoys capsules in their core, they are not my pods. They are contact poi. They are round, and heavier, and the leashes are made of an entirely different rope. These are an entirely different creature altogether.

The sun is out. But I digress.

I don’t have anything on my shopping list today. I keep telling myself that I can’t gift myself anything. Just because it hasn’t arrived doesn’t mean the purchase didn’t happen. Maybe I’ll wipe the terrariums out this afternoon, after we come back from shopping.

And now it’s raining again.

Fucking Florida.