I told my dad I'm in a rut. He said he knows how I feel because that's how he feels. He told me to find a knitting group. I wanted to go to Dunn's, sit and read. I didn't go this afternoon because it was 94 degrees and my cute bicycle seat was squeaking. My dad oiled it, but as soon as I left to go I saw lightning in the distance and decided going to my mom's was a better idea. It started raining as soon as I got to my mom's. The sky is breaking open, which makes it nicer to be home. I think I am going to bake something.