Dad and I went out and about in the morning. I got gasoline.
I saw Dr. K.
I made the inevitable trip to the grocery store. I got sushi for dinner.
I don't have particular plans for the evening.
A couple of hours later: I turned the computer off for a while because we had a hailstorm. It was a thunderstorm with hail, or a hailstorm with thunder. I'll have to go out tomorrow and see how the flowers are. I saw that the irises were leaning over.
I texted with J.-PA a bit. I said I'd encouraged Preciousmellow in her wish to write original fiction. I think her original characters would be interesting, too. J.-PA and I talked about fics we liked. She asked what I didn't want to see in a fic. I replied, "RPF, gore and torture." She asked what kinks I did or didn't want to see, and I said I would send her a list. Jamie sent me the Kink Meme list a while ago, and I got zir to define the dozen or so I didn't know, to my sorrow. I had the feeling there would be some I wouldn't want to know the definitions of.
I listened to the Lima Heights Adjacent podcast recap of season five's music. I almost fell off my chair laughing at Axe's description of Blaine's costume in "Applause" in "A Katy or a Gaga." I had just told J.-PA I loved Blaine and Sam's costumes in "Applause."
There's a photo on Tumblr of many postcards, with a caption of Darren Criss saying he'd signed all 3400. I had given up on getting a postcard. I'll watch for it in the next couple of weeks.