A day busy with errands in between bouts of laziness. Picked up my diploma (I’m not going to frame it but for now it’s upright on the bookshelf leaning against the wall as though waiting for a frame), bought armloads of beer so that we would have plenty to drink on holiday Monday (we will probably not make it back to Canada for Canada Day which is a shame but beer can help with that), returned a stack of books to the library (all hardcover, mostly food-related, all Scott’s), bought what one calls an ‘evening clutch’ (an icky phrase but the more straightforward ‘purse’ would suggest something entirely else) to replace the one that felt apart while I was busting moves at a party in Washington, got an oil change (the day was hot and the garage was not air-conditioned and the only free spot on the black vinyl waiting room sofa was under direct sunlight so I sat what may be described as gingerly). Played ultimate frisbee in the heat and crazy wind and drank more ice-cold water than I ever imagined I could contain. Packed my things into our shared suitcase. Tried to decide which books to bring along.