I sent this message to my U.S. Senators, as well as the neglibible person who succeeded Pat Schroeder to represent my district in the House.

The desire of love is to give . . .

If you need to know what kind of town Milwaukee is . . .

File this under Things I Might Do: I might knock together a new blog page to my own specs using the DNN XML/XSL module.

Good news to report about the health of the Tree of Luuuuuuurve!

Doctors' waiting rooms are seldom festive places. They're full of people in varying levels of discomfort facing varying threats of Medical Intervention that they hope will someday represent an improvement over their current situation. The doctors know this, and they put fish tanks in there for something calming to watch, plus maybe some books to keep the kids distracted and not acting up. Some of them make the mistake of setting up a TV set, and at least one of those compounds that error with the completely egregious decision to tune the damn thing to the Food Network.

Photos taken before I crashed down backwards, sending my hat and glasses flying. Found out the next day that I had chipped a small divot at the end of my left ulna. Whee. We had nice weather for it, though.

With Robin's permission . . .

Also a warm, cozy new robe with spiffy accents matching said drawers.