Timelies. I'm waiting for coffee, but the coffee maker isn't measuring out the grounds while I sit here. Obviously, it's not as smart as I thought it was.

Lilty, I hope we aren't going to have to stage an intervention? Do we need to find you a new couch, one that doesn't have so much potato sprouting potential? I'm shuddering at the torture you are willing to endure.

I, too, have been following along with the discussion on religious beliefs. If there is anything I believe, it is similar to Beverly, but probably without an as well-thought-out credo as hers. I believe everything is sacred in its own right. Plants, insects, animals, even rocks and water. I lie on the ground, sometimes, in better weather and I feel like I can hear and feel the earth breathe. Unfortunately, despite my belief that everything is special, I don't do much to worship it except occassionally when it comes to mind. I've no overwhelming drive to protect all these things, probably because I realize everything comes to an end at some point. Rocks are eroded by wind and water, trees fall with age or get cut for houses, insects get stepped on or die after mating, stars go supernove and die, everything has a cycle. It's not up to me to decide how or when that cycle will be cut short, nor how to prolong it. And that includes myself. I am afraid of a protracted death so I tend to try to keep myself in better health, but not the best. I've seen too many deaths from cancer and that is my biggest fear. I don't want to know the day and manner of my death. And, I'm not ashamed to admit, I am afraid of being dead. I can't imagine not being, that is possibly the scariest thing I can think of. It doesn't matter that my higher brain is telling me, "you won't know you're dead, stupid," there's still a fear that somehow I will be dead and KNOW it. I don't want to know it. Therefore, I sure as heck hope there is not an afterlife, because then I think I'd have more to regret than I do now. Logically, that doesn't make a lot of sense, but emotionally it's a truth for me.

She's done! She's done! vw is the one!

t Does a small, clumsy "vw is having a great semester" dance

Putting 50 surveys in alphabetical order on your "works cited" page.

I usually just put things in a table and sort them A-Z. This is in tiny type because I suspect vw is already done.

There's no question that Bev will be remembered, fondly and often.

I woke up at 3:00 and it took reading, hot cocoa and stacking cats to get me back to sleep at 6:30. Then I slept to 11:30 and now I feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet.

I have to set the Tivo from tomorrow's Oprah. Apparently my niece is in the audience. She would be the dark-haired woman with the dimple in the first row, sitting next to the blonde woman who is chose to hold Oprah's hand while Oprah has her ears pieced.

I'm shuddering at the torture you are willing to endure.

Well, if it helps, I mock.

First coat of paint in the kitchen is done, trim in the living room/dining room is done. Some of the trim in the hall is done.

The bizarre wiring issue in the basement has been taken care of, leaving two smallish holes in the drywall for me to patch.

My god, Anne! Look at you go!

Just reading Anne's painting posts makes me want to lie down.

{{Lilty}}

(Just cause, etc.)

Just reading Anne's painting posts makes me want to lie down.

Personally, I think I'm getting high from the fumes. I may need to go buy a mask of some kind.

Watches the productive people be productive while defiantly painting fingernails purple.

I just woke up for the third time. I think this one may stick, but I need coffee, stat.

Where's my vw?