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I am not ready for Monday. I would like all weekends to be three-day weekends from here on in, plzkthx.

crankygrrl drove J and me up to the cottage on Saturday (we had stayed in town Friday for book club -- none of us had made it very far into A Suitable Boy but I'm enjoying it very much). Spent most of the weekend laughing at the dogs: my aunt and uncle are babysitting Leo, a 4-pound, 6-month-old Yorkshire terrier, enormously engaging and confident of his welcome anywhere (yesterday morning as I was just waking up he leapt onto the bed, ran around my head once, licked my fingers in passing, jumped off the bed again and ran out). My grandmother was very taken with him, even with his habit of hopping up onto her chair without warning and climbing all over her to lick her face. He and Tilde together don't weigh 20 pounds, but they were very firm about defending the homestead from those awful, awful people in the cottages either side of us. He's also quite a water dog -- he hopped into the water to investigate some of the ducks, then retreated when six of them started swimming towards him to investigate in return, and came swimming with us a couple of times. Tilde's nose was slightly out of joint; we had to reassure her that we still love her best, it's just that the dog who randomly hops into your lap is more likely to get snuggles than the dog who remains aloof. She also wasn't at all keen on this swimming business, but we weren't sure if that was because she believes dogs shouldn't swim or she was jealous.

Drove down yesterday evening, watched Veronica Mars and Doctor Who ("Father's Day") on tape. Have high hopes of addicting J to Doctor Who.

Everyone have a good weekend?

oh, this is disturbing...

I am not at all sure I should have gone looking for this: Ontario air quality forecast map.

Yuck.

House report: Monday

August is like the Sunday of the year: you wonder where the weekend/summer went, and if you still have time to do all the things you planned. I still want a nap.

( House report: rising crust pizza, the X-drill, and Freedom Pastries )

Nice to see my cousin learning these important facts about life and groceries. My own Hans Island fantasy involves 2 warships and 2 cabinet ministers, one either side of the island. Each minister is dressed in Arctic gear and each warship has a gangplank stretched out to -- but not touching -- the island. In strict alternating order, each minister extends a toe to touch the island, and says "Nyaaah!"

Now, can anyone explain to me what the X-drill is?

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Oh... wow.

I see from the comments that many many others have trod this way before me, so this probably isn't news to anyone else, but beware the power of J.K. Rowling's death ray. (Warning: relationship spoilers for HBP. Mind you, if you care that deeply you've already read the book by now.)

Hee. Awesome.