Except two more dishes are gone. Too bad none of the neighbors have a smallish kid who would consider crawling around under a house a big treat. In fact, I can't recall seeing smallish kids in the neighborhood in years. They've all grown up. I guess that happens when you've lived in the same place for more than 35 years.

And--nothing new on any other front.

CC has decided to be Friendly Cat this evening, and is stretched out between the keyboard and the monitor. At least the tail is twitching only a little. The Big Guy is outside, no doubt socializing with the masked ones.

I sure hope the weather isn't rainy tomorrow--I'd like to get back to the alumni files.

Chalk up another IUD.