Second attempt.

Blame it on the ever-loving black cat.

How can I get mad at him--he acts as though I am his goddess and he adores me more than (almost) anything else in the world! I didn't adopt him--he adopted me.

I shall now "save" at the end of each paragraph, so if he steps on the delete key again everything won't be lost.

(A sprinkling of "Pounce" cat treats away from the computer should buy me some time.)

It was a stupendously Unremarkable Day today.

I think one of my over-the-couch den lights is kaput. I changed the bulb--and tried a couple of others, but it doesn't seem to want to work.

Expletive.

For now I have compensated with a higher wattage bulb in the lamp on the end table.

I started reading a trilogy of whodunits featuring Eve Dallas. I like the author (whose name escapes me at the moment) and have read just about everything she has written, at least those "starring" Eve Dallas.

(Cat has given up on me, and even left some crunchies for later. He's probably out playing with the raccoons.)

It's probably something with the weather, but my hip is being "difficult" these days. I am reluctant to go back to the doctor who did the surgery in late 2005. When I go in there they take x-rays, he comes in and stares at them, asks how I'm doing. I say okay if you don't count the persistent low-level pain. He sort of grunts, then writes out prescriptions for vicodin and a heavy-duty acetaminophen.

I try to avoid the vicodin--my former-cop daughter said that even if I felt no change in reactions etc., in a worst-case scenario it would show up on a blood test and I'd be DUI. So, I let about 6 hours elapse before I drive.

One of these days I'll try again to find the New Orleans office of the doctor who did the first hip surgery--the one that doesn't hurt.

I'll be glad when it finally starts to cool down--maybe I'll have more energy to get at those little "ought to" jobs.

I will say, however, that it's been merely "hot"--rather than "damned hot."

And that's it for today.