Obviously I don't have much to say now, do I? Well I do have a lot to say, but I just don't feel like saying it. I'm trying to let my world worries, my political angst, my concerns over poverty and cyclones and drought ( and on and on) not permeate every second of my life and dwell on all the lovely things in this world.

One thing to be noted is how ridiculous it is in the North East to adopt a pet. A friend is looking for a dog and unless she turns in her SS number, her last tax return and a note from her mother and middle school principal, she can't adopt.

I went through holy hell trying to get a kitten and was treated like I was a serial cat killer, looking for new blood.

I'm not sure how these hoity toity rescue groups think they are helping animals. The woman who's looking for a dog will give that dog THE best life in the world. She lives on 4 fenced in acres in a lovely high end town and has plenty of time and money to devote to a dog.

So, instead of giving a homeless dog a park to play in and a warm, lovely home to live in -- she's going the breeder route. Good Job Rescue Fanatics!

I'm reading a fun book, La Cucina...lusty, humorous, lots of talk of food and the heroine isn't beautiful but middle-aged and over-weight - refreshing for a change. I read half of it last night and am taking it outside with me to finish and to get some rays.

I dream of Bush-free days and harmony and world peace. Ok, I'll settle for Bush-free days.