All things are relative after all. I could have to put up with my wicked mother-in-law for 11 days. Well, I don't really have a wicked mother-in-law - just one that stays happily in Oregon and just needs a phone call every Sunday evening.

Today, however, I was involved in an underhanded covert operation - a puppy hand-off. It was executed brilliantly in broad day-light, but has relieved me of the eighteen-hour duty requiring constant survialence (sp?) to keep my carpet slightly less stained.

See? A great day after all! Even with another power outage, and stark realization of my dependency on spider-solitare and fans.