I'm still struggling to find pants that don't irritate the scar on my left knee. The curbside pickup of Bermuda shorts three weeks ago helped for dressing for PT, but to wear to the museum I want something long enough to cover the knee but that is so loose to not rub and irritate. This time I've searched Kohl's online offerings and found one I think will work for now. (Before you ask - skirts and dresses aren't part of my wardrobe.)

Life after COVID offers such perks as curbside pickup at just about any store you can think of. Actually, the only place that still doesn't do it at the brick and mortar location is the post office. US post offices aren't like the Canadian ones scattered around the landscape in different businesses (as it appeared to be last time I was in one, which was a very long time ago). They're a standard-issue government building with a service desk and a lobby with lots and lots of post office boxes. Having someone retrieve the contents of the box (once it is considered "delivered") is a head scratcher. I wait and go in after hours so the building is empty and I still wear a mask while inside.

We're in the Sargasso Sea of becalmed hot weather; every day this week is forecast to be in the 102-104 range; our "cooler" Friday has been pushed back to Saturday, a trend that isn't reassuring. The "dog days" of August loom; I always associate that term with the last hottest month of summer, but a friend has argued that dog days have been here for all of July. I don't know; I am assuming August will find its own unique way of making us particularly miserable. Like adding humidity back into the formula, as the ragweed bursts into bloom and hits our poor sinuses with its obnoxious pollen.

Pardon my raving.