It was clean when I moved in but there must be a burglar who breaks into houses and makes them dirty. A friend used to talk about kitchen fairies who did the dishes while she was asleep. Maybe this is the antithesis, a dirty dog of a burglar.

The other day I cooked my PDA. I left it on the front seat of the truck in the direct sunlight. The thing still works but the screen is totally screwed. Now I have to live without my electronic brain. I'm already suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

I called home this morning. Dad has taken delivery of next winter's firewood and has started to stack it. He says he's still pretty weak so he can only stack a few wagon loads at a time. The wagon is a child's wagon with sideboards. He also went out to mow the lawn yesterday (riding mower). He reports the blackflies are numerous and hungry. He offered to send me a box full. I declined.