Yesterday was a good day; went way down south (Mokena) to watch the bears get trounced by Minnesota. Minnesota! My pride is inexorably damaged. Came home and napped, and hung out with the puppers some, and finished The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve. I've falling in author-love with both her and Margaret Atwood, and have a desperate urge to read the rest of their books. I think The Weight of Water is next.
Plus, I got to babble at Pat, who, while enjoying MN, I miss lots. He always makes me laugh.
I haven't seen any movies at all in the last several months, and I need to go do that; I must go see White Oleander before it leaves the theater.