I am so annoyed about losing the marathon essay on the British Election.
Ms Mondale is on the sofa.
We have 'Buffy the vampire slayer' on TV.
Kitten is seeking warmth (like many New Yorkers we have been lulled into pre summer madness by the gorgeousness of the midweek weather, now it's cold again, Kitten is upset).
We are looking forward to our first weekend in months where we have no comittments (except Seder but an evening gig doesn't count).
I wanna see Weasel and hang out with him and Ms Weasel and their dogs. Ms Mondale wants to meet Weasel and Ms Weasel to make sure they really exist.
Last week I met Geraldine Ferraro. She was cool.
I'm amused by people who are concerned about BenedictXVI's conservatism. He's the Pope. He's meant to be conservative.