February 17, 2005. I came across this little scene on my bookcase the other day. Henry clearly took his time assembling it. All I know is, that lady looks like she's in a heap of trouble, and is trying to walk away from it all.

February 9, 2005. Henry and I came home from the grocery store at 6:30 tonight to find Peatie cavorting in the driveway with a skunk. They seemed to be chasing each other around in little circles. They were obviously playing, since Peatie wasn't puffed up in cat-defense mode at all, and since the skunk didn't feel any need to spray. I was very careful bringing the groceries in (once I had secured Peatie and Henry inside), since I didn't want to get skunked out of spite for taking Pepe Le Pew's playmate away.

In other news, did I really hear Condoleeza Rice refer to the inhabitants of Iran as "I-rain-ians"? Or was she talking about uranium and I somehow misheard her? If she did say that, it's as bad as (worse than?) nucular.

February 8, 2005. I'm not sure if this is going to work or not, but I seem to have finally figured out how to connect my video camera to my laptop (click on picture below). Or, I should say, click on the link below with the knowledge that the resulting Henry video may only be interesting to grandparents.

February 1, 2005. Scott Douglas shamed me into writing something new. We're all getting over the flu, giant snowdrifts, and sudden wanton clutter piles (where did they come from?), and that is why I have not written a darn thing for you, my adoring public (though I am aware that, at this point, Scott may be my only reader).

Stay tuned. Or don't.