When you live an Incredibly Unremarkable Life (for the most part) you have to really stretch to find something to talk about.

This is good mental exercise, however, because one starts looking into the minor areas of one's life. Those are what gives one's life individuality--and interest.

Today wasn't boring--nor was it exciting.

This afternoon the mama raccoon scratched at the side door (my regular entry) and when I opened the door she looked at me with her pleading brown eyes, and looked at her four children, who apparently had been told to look pitiful and hungry.

Okay--I gave up. Fortunately I keep the puppy biscuits at that door, so I tossed out a couple of handfuls.

Then I took the bag of cat chow to the front porch and served it in the usual dishes.

It wasn't too much later that I headed out for WalMart to replenish the human and critter larders.

Tomorrow I MUST at least give my car a good hosing down. Apparently some bird had a gastrointestinal "incident" while over my windshield. The driver's side, of course.

In other words, today was another IUD.