Jeff put a doggie door in the back door today. I like it. It's huge, so Orbison doesn't have to bend his arthritic old knees or duck his shaggy old head very far. The cats are suspicious, being cats.
Well, that was my thrilling news. Just watched Amazing Race (die Kelly, die Jon, die die die) and ate some basghetti and now I'm taking my Chloraseptic and Ricola and Comtrex to bed with me. And a book, maybe. Or two.
OH! But I still haven't written down my plans for September vacation. It's going to be magnificent. It'll have to wait, though, the writing of it.