Tons of leaf clusters strewn all over the place, mostly on top of the car. Red car. Tree leaves. Hmmm. I think it may be Canadian squirrels who found out too late that we don't have any maple trees. They're trying to make a statement, I'm sure. Something like, "Atlanta Thrashers suck."

Maybe Marn sent them. So far, they haven't delivered a list of demands. One of my pond frogs has disappeared, last seen being toyed with by a neighborhood cat. Well, I took it away from the cat and set it next to the pond, then distracted the cat to allow the frog a clean getaway. But I haven't seen it since. I'm not sure the incidents are connected.

To Amy from my guestbook: Where the hell were you when I was looking for Chicagoans to show me a good time? There was a big announcement. Flyers were distributed. And yes, I was stuck out by the airport. I'm not an adventurous traveller, so without anyone to go to the city with me, I ended up hanging around at the hotel on my free afternoon. I also only had $40 left and no idea where I would want to go.

To Gay Girl: Yeah, I was talking about the ice cream parlor entry. But your kids were fine. Once I locked them in that shed in the back yard, they didn't get in my face at all. You found 'em eventually, right?

Deb and I had a lovely evening last night. She came home all stressed and had a headache, and I still had to talk her into ditching her plans to make dinner and let me go get a pizza. We watched a sappy Disney movie and talked and laughed and got to bed by 10:30. We're so wild.

Tonight I'm on my own. I need to go clean up the attic and see what kind of shape it's in. The house could use some vacuuming, too. And I really need to pay some attention to Dear Denzel. He's feeling abandoned lately, as are his readers, I'm sure. Maybe I'll pick out a short-answer type of question and do a new post.