Last night's Perth County Particular left broken maple branches all over the property but at least no lightning struck close to Stratford (I was counting flash to bang) and the hydro power did not fail.

Yesterday was laundry -- four loads of it. The quilt that was on the bed all summer yielded enough cat hair in the dryer filter to make a skein of yarn, and the Hudson's Bay blanket on the guest room bed should get an hour on "air fluff" to remove a similar load of feline evidence.

The Y has changed the time of pool class and I missed the memo, so I was half an hour late. A woman in the locker room remarked that at least I took it like a trouper, unlike the dame who did the same yesterday and turned around and walked out.

There's nothing to eat in the house, so grocery shopping is on the agenda, and I must follow up with Jeff the Baltic accountant on the latest bétise from Revenue Canada. Apart from that ... I guess I could get started on the presentation I have to do at the choir's Annual General Meeting. I /so/ don't wanna, but somebody must and I would do it better than ...

Oh, look! I could clean the bathroom instead!