Today I went to my parents' house, and I cleaned out their refrigerator (threw away old food & scrubbed it out), trimmed the dog's feet and clipped his nails, washed the dog, helped my father load photos on the computer, set up a Picasa account for him and uploaded the photos, and had a long chat with my mother about her health.

Now I am at home and I realize that my refrigerator needs to be cleaned, I haven't vacuumed in a week, and my sink is full of dirty dishes. Bah.

Ah, well, at least I walked the dog.

I don't even want to think about the shootings in Arizona. Even if the shooter is a lone nutjob, I suspect his choice of target had a great deal to do with the level of political discourse that is considered acceptable in this country. ::snarls::

Why the hell did they let Hartley make the kick, instead of Morestead?

Ah, well. With four injured running backs, the Saints were already pretty much out of it.

I need a somewhat silly name for a dragon that an English boy from sixty years ago would think was appropriate. Any ideas?

Winston.

Cedric.

Cumberbatch.

Yes, I see you hate my polar bears! No, I figured it was in the queue, but I figured you`d delete it if you needed to. And you did!

Cumberbatch - too perfect.

Cumberbatch - too perfect.

Nah, too in-jokey. Would throw the readers right out of the story.

Cedric might do it.

Wow, you go completely offline for the day and turning on the news is a shocker.

This is me too.