The weather is perfect of laying out in the sun. There's enough of a breeze to keep our bodies from sweating. I lay out on the floating dock with JoAnna, Barb, and Diane until I feel parts of my body pinking out. During the afternoon, six of us drive into Tomahawk for pie. Later in the afternoon, I turn down a boat ride and enjoy an hour of solitude on the dock, reading a Shirley Jackson short story anthology. "The Lottery" doesn't have the impact I thought it would. I make a mental note to read up on the controversy.
Once the group is together again, we watch the Packers game, cook out, and play Trivial Pursuit. JoAnna and I win. Bedtime is 1 a.m. Only a couple of beers today, so I won't have to worry about a hangover.
