I know. I am pissed off as memories of last year's horrible summer have come flooding back. BUT. I will not be sick for 3 freaking months like I was last year. Cause this year? Doctor.

I was going to go for a bike ride this morning, but I'm still coughing a bit from the cold I had last week, so maybe a bike ride isn't the best idea. I don't really feel like dealing with an asthma attack today.

I really should try to clean the front room of my apartment today. The first floor of my apartment has three rooms -- there's a room where you first walk in, then a second room where I've got my couch and TV, and then the kitchen. The front room currently has my desk, keyboard, and some bookcases, and a space where I play to put a loveseat, but it's also kind of become the room where everything that doesn't belong anywhere else ends up. I really do need to try to make it presentable, since it's the first room that people see when they come in.

Empress, feel better soon!

Facebook is still telling me account temporarily unavailable. Grr.

smonster, one of my favorite cartoons showed a not-quite-awake woman having breakfast and her two cats; one cat says to the other that its favorite meal is breakfast - you never know if you're going to get Kitty Bits or chunk light tuna in spring water.

And I had an encounter with a neighbor and her dog - they live across the hall from me, so I see them fairly often and usually pet the dog and scratch behind his ears. He's a big, floofy white dog, one brown eye, one blue, very friendly. He saw me and perked up - ears up, tail wagging, ran over to me ... then smelled something interesting, stopped to sniff, then headed back to me, let me get in one pat, then ran off in another direction. His person's comment? "He has a very small brain."

Apparently sharing an article on facebook from another site fixed my facebook issue. Technology is weird.

See? Sharing is A Good Thing.

Teppy, I'm sorry your vacation isn't cooperating with your need for actual rest and recreation. But about Crocodile on the Sandbank, I can say that the Amelia Peabody mysteries definitely make things better. Also, they include what I consider to be THE best title for a book, EVAR: The Last Camel Died at Noon.

I saw her speak at a bookstore (she's local!) right about the time that came out. She came sweeping into the store wearing a long khaki skirt, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pith helmet.

She also writes as Barbara Michaels, fyi.

Man, I used to read the hell out of her! I liked the Peterson's better than the Micheal's, because I think her love of Egypt adds a shine to the Peabody books that was missing from the Micheals'

Happy Canada Day you hosers.