Sixty-six pounds of dog

And after her, came jolly June, arrayd
All in greene leaves, as he a Player were…
— Spenser, Cantos of Mutabilitie

The lads went to the vet today and are weighing in at 33 pounds apiece. This, we think, is closing in on their maximum weight as predicted by the breeder so things seem to be on track. Housebreaking is more or less on track; very few accidents any more. They’re occasionally getting up to mischief so they don’t have full run of the downstairs yet. Right now they’re sacked out in their largish enclosure near the office after all the excitement of the outing.

The sun has finally come back out after several weeks of rain and overcast skies. It was a soothing indoors vibe and the garden certainly liked it, but it’s also nice to dry things out for awhile. My new favorite tool for the garden is a stirrup hoe, which I’ve been using to take care of the weeds. I can reach nearly the entire bed from the sidewalk and it makes short work of anything growing where I don’t want it. The rest of the ongoing work is just looking at, which I do several times a day, and bits of grooming here and there. The tomatoes are going bananas and both of the superhot peppers are growing extremely well. No blossoms yet, but I don’t expect it will be much longer. Last night was cool, dry, and breezy, which made for a perfect bourbon-and-cigar session on the front porch.

Otherwise things are settling into their usual summer pace. Proust continues; still making my way through Vol 2. I’m committed to the story at this point so I plan to keep going.

Many martyrs this week: St. Justin, Saints Peter and Marcellinus, St. Charles Lawanga and companions and St. Boniface on Friday. Wearing a lot of red for the communion services. Thursday night we’ll do Exposition and Benediction, too. Next week I have a bit of business travel but all is well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.