My weekend was full of…well…cats, beads, cats, flea markets, cats, sweltering heat, and walking way too much in said sweltering heat. Mr. Arizona would correct my use of the word “sweltering” as it hasn’t quite hit 100, but Ms. Pacific Northwest would call this unacceptable. And gross. I found a flea market with vintage jewelry and beads galore, and now I have all these beads without much of a plan. I made a few necklaces for fun that I might sell, but I haven’t decided yet. Oh and um, did I mention I got through half of My So Called Life? It’s more amazing than I ever remember it being. Oh how I wish there were other seasons.