D.O.P.-T. (Wednesday)

It's been so hot my butter has melted itself to ghee in its little plastic container on the countertop. Back to the fridge ....

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

I don't recall so much banging off of fireworks here in previous years. Quite startlingly loud booms; in previous years I'd heard more pops and whooshes. I had to go to work so I couldn't lurk in the back garden to see which direction(s) it was coming from, and I could have sworn private fireworks were illegal here. Maybe someone managed to get a permit to let 'em off in the park.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Unfortunately poor Bear was much too scared of the fireworks to relieve himself in the yard on Thursday night, and as soon as he got out there on Friday night he was scared and ran right back in again, too. I had to go to work; I hope the housemate was able to reassure him and get him to pee.