Just for you, Froggy.

I spent a lazy evening last night sitting around on the patio, reading The DaVinci Code (which is turning out to be rather disappointing, after all the hype I’d heard about it). Poor Clueless watched as I read, hoping that I’d break down and let him come out for a while. I would have too,…

Near as I can tell, my diary hasn’t been compromised. I’m waiting until Monday, and will then come back on line as Salamander. Until then, I’m busy taking care of odds and ends. May use this as an excuse to change the “look” of the place, if I can do so at home without the…

The Professor’s three hour interview turned into a five hour interview yesterday. The poor man was absolutely beat by the time he got home. I (and he) take it as a good sign that they kept him longer rather than rushing him out of there. The mock lecture went well, with The Prof handling all…

My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. – My Shadow, Robert Louis Stevenson I sit on the sofa, and she’s on my lap. I sit at the computer, and he’s in the window sling. I sit…

Crud, crud, crud. The Socialist is on the mend. His cold, realizing that it was being evicted from his nasal passages, has discovered a sweet new little hideaway: my nasal passages. That’s right. I’m sick. It’s the sore throat, runny nose, feel like crap fun and games that I’ll bet hangs on forever. I am…