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Updated: 12/11/06

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Monday, 11 December, 2006

It's cold in my office. Yes, I know that the thermometer reads around 70 degrees, but it's like an ice-box and I sat there today wearing my scarf AND gloves, with my coat draped over my legs, listening to the fan blow continuously.

It was bitterly cold on Friday, and then got progressively better over the course of the weekend. We went to a holiday party on Friday night then drove down to the shore. On Sunday it had warmed up enough to go cycling. It was actually quite pleasant as we started out toward Atlantic City - not too cold and no wind at all. Oh, well, until we turned around to go home and THEN we found the wind. Yikes!

Back home last night after dinner, with enough time to do a couple of loads of laundry while watching the Dallas Cowboys go down in flames to the Saints.

[I know, I know, but as an Eagles fan I can't help it.]

We went upstairs to finish watching the game and Gary pulled his laptop out to use it for a while. Suki immediately positioned herself on the now-empty shelf in the TV cabinet where the laptop normally resides. When Gary got up to put the computer away, she batted at him and hissed when he tried to extract her. She was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor and jumped onto the end of the bed. Gary stood above her shaking his finger and asking, "What did you do? What did you do?"

Normally, Suki sleeps curled up right next to my side. But after her scolding she just lay at the foot of the bed with her back to us. Gary put the computer away and got into bed. Suki continued to lay there. I patted the bed next to me and called to her, but no response. Even when I sat up and petted her, she showed no reaction.

I said that she was very upset and I thought Gary needed to talk to her. He gave me an "Are you serious?" look, but he got up, went to the end of the bed and talked to her and petted her. All of a sudden, everything was allright and she came up to the top of the bed, purring away. She was so distraught that "Daddy" was upset with her.

[Just a little person in a fur suit.]


[Only 5,053 more needed for our Wine Cellar Wall.]

Quote du jour:

"Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.

Laura Ingalls Wilder (1867 - 1957) US author

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