Sorry Sorcha. I have been a bit disoriented lately. Comes from getting hit on the head with a desk, I guess.


And on the home front: What in the world have you taught this dog, Kendall? I woke up in the middle of the night (my bed was lurching around) to find Seamus flat on the floor under my bed. Seems he wanted to sleep in my room but Ed the cat was at the foot of the bed. Having dealt more than once with Ed's nasty attitude and nastier claws, Seamus decided to go across the room under the bed rather than walk past the cat. BUT as with the desk in the stairwell, the dog didn't fit. And I had to move storage carts filled with spare blankets and sheets to get him out. Wish you could have seen the evil gleam in Ed's eyes. It appears his sole purpose in life is humiliating the dog. Wish he could do it during day light hours.

I thought Kendall might decide to fund his trip with some busking or CD sales. Never thought of him as a male prostitute. And the old joke: "Would you got to bed with me for $100,000?" Finish it Captain...