What wine goes with peanut butter?

“There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.” -Unknown There is a reason I selected the above quote for this day’s first entry. Enough said. Just when I think ACfH is growing up and settling down, she proves she’s still got a significant percentage of kitten left inside of her. The Professor…

Yesterday was my ten year anniversary at Dear Diary. I only remembered this morning, although I put a reminder in my Microsoft Works Calendar. Too much on my mind this week, I guess. I went back and read a few of the earliest entries. I’m not the person I was then. I wonder when that…

I’ve taken hundreds of pictures over the past few weeks in the Preserve. I’ve become absorbed in identifying everything as accurately as possible. I’m glad I’m doing this, as I’ve discovered that I have been a veritable warehouse of half-facts and out-and-out misinformation about some things (especially the smaller wildflowers). I’m discovering that some identifications…

OK, I got curious. If one is “hapless”, then what is “hap”? Immediate guess was “hap” as in “happy”, or “with hap”. This would make “hap” the gladsome quality a happy person possesses. That didn’t quite fit the definition of hapless as I knew it though, so I poked about on the web and discovered…

Sorry, Shay. I wish you were right about my little mum, but even the roots are brittle on it. No even Dr. McCoy could work a miracle on this one. I’m leaving it in my office to stare accusingly at me – it seems that I owe it some sort of opportunity for revenge. I’ll…

I retrieve the mail once a week, on Sundays. I may check more often if I’m expecting something important, or if the moon is in alignment with Uranus. I’ve proved that I am not obsessive-compulsive about the mail, but nobody’s listening. I doubt at this point the Prof would even remember the incident that pissed…