Done and done.

With 41 traffic lights (one way!) on my commute to work, I have plenty of time for observing human nature.  Riding a scooter through D.C. I am even more vigilant because it seems like people are trying to kill me on a regular basis.  Putting some of our police force on scooters would drastically increase the citations for talking and texting while driving.  Here are some of the things I saw on the way to and from work this week: a morbidly obese man on a motorized wheelchair in the bike lane, a Muslim family on their way to an Eid al-Fitr celebration, lots of kids playing in the fountain in Congress Heights, a dead skunk, a purple Chevy, and a whole lot of people driving black Mercedes that think those red, hexagonal signs are "stoptional."

Suck it, squirrels.

Suck it, squirrels.

My fencing supplies arrived, and I have initiated operation squirrel-proof.  This involved several hot, humid hours after Crossfit this morning.  I said goodbye to the squash vine, and I am hopeful that the remaining tomatoes will ripen unmolested by varmits.  I started two new knitting projects--Jared Flood's Umaro which I am knitting at a smaller gauge, and the hat pictured below from Purlbee website.  I am not sure what happened with the hat because I followed the directions, and it become obvious early on that this was not a baby hat.  It will be perfect under my bike helmet come winter.  I finished it last night while watching the movie, "The Intouchables."  It is in French, but even without subtitles the actors faces and delivery conveyed a very special relationship.  I cannot recommend it highly enough.  I drank a riff on a Boulevardier cocktail--here is the recipe: 2 oz. bourbon, 1/2 oz. sweet vermouth, 1/2 oz. Cynar, 3 dashes aromatic bitters: stir with ice and strain into a coupe or serve over giant ice cube.  Limit yourself to one or your knitting will suffer.

I have a small, but not baby-sized, head. 

I have a small, but not baby-sized, head.