We were going to go to the Willie Nelson picnic in Fort Worth like we did last year, but then it occurred to us that if we really wanted to see Bob Dylan we might as well spend the bucks and go to an actual concert, where we could actually see and hear him and not have to die of heatstroke to do it. Freaking brilliant.

Instead, I slept in, ran a couple of errands, fielded an awkward "happy birthday" (today is my birthday--I'm 201 years younger than the United States) phone-call from the cute guy from church with whom I've been hanging out lately, played the fiddle, and went to a friend's house for grilled chicken and birthday cake/peach cobbler (couldn't decide on a dessert, so we had two). I got light-bulbs for birthday gifts. Actually, they're really nice light-bulbs so I can take photographs indoors.