True story: I went to get my eye glasses fixed last Tuesday, and the doctor was out and the receptionist couldn't help me because... she couldn't find her glasses. Honest.
Cathy and I went to see a local production of The Pirates of Penzance, and I have been trying to work the phrase "the felecity of unbounded domesticity" into all my conversations since.
Here's an article about the odds of dying from different things and what we pay attention to.
Both Floyd and Cathy got Lyme disease this last month... it's one of the few downsides to living where we do. All to common (and named after the Connecticut town Lyme). They should be fien with antibiotics, but there are a lot of scary stories out there about what Lyme can do if not detected.
This is a very funny billboard. I wonder if Satan paid for it?