A Box Too Small

I've been feeling like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland — never enough time, always pressed for time.

Guildnstern is in a box that is too small for him. Somehow he managed to pack himself into it. The photo isn't distorted — the cat is. Laurie said the cats laid around on the deck most of the day and watched the rain, venturing out between showers to cat around.

The tulips on the west side of the house were happier this morning after the rain, but the heat has been hard on them, and some have taken on interesting shapes.

I was expecting the sunset to be great tonight, as it often is after a storm, but it turned out to be a dud tonight; however, the clouds over the Sandias were interesting, although not very colorful.