There is a cat living outside this Creole Cottage, in the courtyard. Hello cat. Eat that lizard. Also eat that slug and eat that waterbug. Sit in a sunny spot, cat, and roll around. Be a lazy furball.
Donald Rumsfeld says "...we're going to do what we're going to do, and we're going to do it well, and then we'll leave." So we watch Star Trek instead.
May see Bob Dylan today, although the fairgrounds will be horrifically crowded by the time Tj gets to town and we find transportation out there.
Moveable Type should not allow two identical posts in a row, so I'm just going to leave this here as a symbolic display of my frustration.