I know, it's been a while.

I have finally learned to appreciate gray days.

These last few days have been clouded-over, and it is fan-tastic, as we were in the middle of ever-increasing humidity that scared the ca-tooie out of me since it is May. I know it is a reprieve, but last night, with the temperature downright nippy and the fan blowing all the sweet cold air in, I slept through the night for the first time in forever.

You see, in the course of our marriage, K. and I have discovered that I am the furnace and he is the freezer, but only at night; during the day, roles are reversed. He's put pillows between us before because I'm "glowing hot and making him sweat," which I prefer to take as a testament to something besides temperature, heehee, I'm so clever.

In other news, we are going to Vermont next week (wee!) and I am resigned to my slipcovers getting trashed during the week I'm away. I don't know what's wrong with my damn dogs. They have two perfectly comfortable beds that I fluff out every DAY for them, despite the fact that doing this emits great puffballs of hair, and then they pull stunts like Shadow last night, ever so casually sauntering out of our bedroom, ostensibly to her dog bed in the hall.

But I know my girl. I craned my neck, saw her veer into the living room, and said "not on your life!" while I shut the doors to K's great amusement.

That did not deter her this afternoon when I was ON THE COUCH and she tried to hop onto the armchair.

Someone got a smacking. I know, I'm tough, but she sheds like a banshee and she's a bit incontinent. All these things equal not on the furniture.

Lastly, we have people coming for dinner, and I must bestir myself. Grr. If there was a sushi restaraunt in Water Valley-- well, for one, you probably wouldn't want to eat there-- but if there was a clean and safe and delicious sushi restaraunt in town, I'd be getting some bento boxes and telling them to sit on the dog-haired sofa.

Double grr.