Happy Canada Day.

I sat outside drinking ayran and remembering last Canada Day when we went to Ariel's. I then had some cold pudding with cinnamon (the best kind) and came downstairs into the cool basement to write my latest thought:

I wish there were fireworks.

We're going to Italy on Wednesday, so after then you'll have to cope with not hearing my pointless rants for awhile.

Because starfish grow back, even when they are cut into pieces.