The den feels like it has a mud floor at this point after all of the rain. Even with a double length of mats by the door they've tracked it all the way into my office.

I'm assembling my marching kit for tomorrow. The women's march is in matching costumes and I didn't buy one so I will walk on the sidewalk, but more importantly, I will photograph the event. That's from 11 to noon. I will be wearing my No Kings shirt and have my sign ready for the rally from noon-2pm. That isn't a march. I have my small camera ready and batteries charged and will have my phone tucked in a fanny pack with a backup charger if needed. From the optometrist's office one of their small glasses cleaning spray bottles, but with isopropyl alcohol and a bandana. Face masks. Little vials of eyewash. Bottle of water, a hat. Discretely tucked away, some TP. Governor Abbott is sending the National Guard out to many of the cities hosting these marches. It's beginning to look like I'll need the lumbar pack, the next size up from the fanny pack (the water bottle is the clincher in this - it'll be a hot June day in Texas).

Thinking about what else might be useful I decided having a whistle, the old fashioned metal or plastic kind on a lanyard, could make more noise longer than screaming if necessary. I know I've seen some around here (the dog whistles are too high pitched to be helpful). Kitchen drawer had none, but I realize I have an inordinate number of keyring bottle openers and box cutter devices. Moving to the desk in the den, that drawer yields lots of colored markers and rulers, but again, nothing. My son's room for sure! Nope. I did find a music stand, a harmonica, and a drum. If I go out today I'll stop by a dollar store and get a whistle.