Staying constant. That’s important. I need constants. They give me something to focus on when my vision starts getting blurry and I feel like I’m going to faint. Figuratively speaking, of course.

Anyway.

Have a fantastic weekend, be happy, be safe! (Don’t get stuck in traffic! [Gotta love long weekends.])

It runs in my family.

“What are you doing with my camera? Where are my sunglasses?”

Answer:

You see what I did there with the title? Eh? Eh? I’m so clever, I can’t stand it.

Meet Betta Fish Numero Quattro in this family. This one belongs to my sister, who inherited it from her negligent, mean fish owner friend. Just kidding, Sister’s Friend Whom I Have Never Met And Am Not Passing Judgment On!

Personally, I think he’s kinda cute. At the very least, he was more tolerant of me shoving a giant camera in front of his bowl, which makes him a winner in my book. The other grumpsters always swim away or flare their fins.

H. Goldfish has yet to come out of hiding for comment on this atrocious trend.

Yes, I know it’s cheating to put a separate travel item for the same trip, but it’s like a 30 minute drive to Niagara Falls from Buffalo, so I think it deserves its own post. Besides, I had to answer all sorts of difficult questions at the American/Canadian border, and I cannot let my suffering and hand-wringing go undocumented. Where was I from? What was I doing in Canada? WHO IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES?! OK, fine, I didn’t get asked that last question, though they did want to know if I was harboring fugitive fruits in my vehicle. I am happy to report that I was not.

Oh Canada. Oh Niagara Falls. I visit you every year and I never tire of your views.

And your chocolate.

But let’s be honest here — you’re great in the daytime, but you really shine at night.

And fireworks! Serves me right for not knowing there would be fireworks and for not having proper photo equipment (tripod, hello!). But at least fireworks make good drive-by photography. (Photo credit: my sister. Because I was doing that whole “driving and paying attention to the road ahead of me and trying not to run over any pedestrians” thing.)

All that driving? Totally worth it, as always. Though I think I’m done driving for the rest of the summer. (Is there such thing as Steering Wheel Fever? I totally have it.)

It’s late and I just got through with about 16 hours of driving. I leave you with photos from this weekend in Buffalo. More to come tomorrow.